The baby decided he needed some quality time this afternoon while I was waiting for Bryce and Belle to come home from school (Brady is going home with a friend). Because my knee is nice and bruised (but better, no swelling) and because I'm wearing my fitting jeans and not my fat jeans, I can not bend my knee to keep my foot flat on the floor. Taut jeans cause the knee to scream bloody murder and I have to abide by it's wishes to keep jeans loose. So I had my legs stretched out and feet crossed. He repositioned himself at least 3 times to keep from sliding down my legs. He was not happy.