It’s official…he’s a bumbo man! This is actually a couple weeks late. We went to Isle of Palms over Labor Day with the Downie clan and had some conversations with my older sister, Kara, who is a PT. She was telling us that he can definitely hang out in the bumbo (we had yet to try it). Stacy and I were skeptical to say the least as we didn’t think he would really even fit in the seat. Guess he is bigger than we thought. Within 10 minutes of arriving at the house, after the 4 hour haul from IOP, sure enough we had O chillin’ in the bumbo while we unloaded the car.
Needless to say, I had to eat some crow and give Kara a call to apologize for my stubborness…imagine that!