But he conked out when it came time for me to bake three loaves of traditional Easter Portuguese sweet bread.
When John woke up, he spotted the Easter eggs and wanted to get his hands on the colorful orbs. He leaned over in his Bumbo seat with all his might and, when reaching for the eggs, spotted his right foot. He became distracted by the pursuit of his foot and rested his mouth against the edge of the Bumbo seat. Then he discovered that he could chew on that, which was pretty fun. Soon there was a puddle of drool on the counter. After several minutes, he decided he'd had enough and wanted to sit up, but he didn't have the ability, so he began crying for me while stuck in this pathetic, cramped position. (Of course, I was standing right there the whole time watching him.)
John can go anywhere in his Bumbo seat:
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