My Prison.

I mean aren't those the saddest eyes you have ever seen....

Well I thought I should show you what Henry likes to refer to as "his prison." The notorious playpen. Since he has become a master at crawling and can hustle across the room quicker than lightening, I have had to put his "Pack n Play" up as a permanent fixture in our kitchen for emergencies. Let me tell you.... he.HATES.it! A few days ago he learned how to pull himself up so I know it will be no time until he is walking.