She has to laugh again as she sits up and then stands, little Beth in her arms and still clutching her hair.
"Thanks. What would we do without you?"
Stepping over, she lowers herself down on both knees, coaxes her hair out of that strong grasp, and places Junior carefully belly-down in the middle of the blanket, then she gets up again just long enough to open the baby drawer and pull out a couple of toys: the plush spaceship and the cloth frog.
Those get dropped strategically onto the blanket so there's pretty much something the baby can look at no matter which way she turns her head -- even if it's just Spike's tie, because fuck if that's not a toy Beth knows she can get behind -- and then she stretches out like Spike, partially on the blanket.
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Date: 2006-11-16 10:47 pm (UTC)"Thanks. What would we do without you?"
Stepping over, she lowers herself down on both knees, coaxes her hair out of that strong grasp, and places Junior carefully belly-down in the middle of the blanket, then she gets up again just long enough to open the baby drawer and pull out a couple of toys: the plush spaceship and the cloth frog.
Those get dropped strategically onto the blanket so there's pretty much something the baby can look at no matter which way she turns her head -- even if it's just Spike's tie, because fuck if that's not a toy Beth knows she can get behind -- and then she stretches out like Spike, partially on the blanket.