Hi, my name is Riggs and I’m 9 months old. I have an older sister and an older brother. Some might call me lucky. Others fear for my life. I swear my siblings love me. Sometimes they love me so hard it hurts. Like, really bad. I know their just trying to include me but why do I always have to play the stuffed animal? Don’t they know 9 month olds don’t bend that way? Guess who has two thumbs and has no control over his world? This guy. (Wait, where are my thumbs and are they pointing backwards?) In my old age I’ve learned that most humans prefer a comfort item to make them feel better. Duh. For my brother it’s his big Darth Vadar guy that stands guard in his room and scares my Mom half to death in the middle of the night. Sidetone: Why is she up in the middle of the night? Eyeroll. For my sister it’s this mangy looking giraffe thing, for my Dad it’s a big machine we have downstairs that keeps rolling if you hit a button. I don’t know the name of my Mom’s either but it’s purple and comes in a clear glass every night. Well for me – it’s the MeadowDays Super Mat by Tiny Love mat you see here. I’ve had it since the olden days when I was 2 months old: Just look how cute I was back then. Mom loves to take my picture on it – something about a cool looking background for Instagram? Adults are strange. But this mat is all mine and besides my bottles it’s the only thing in the house that really is all mine. What about your clothes? Hand me downs. What about your crib? Secondary closet for Dad’s shirts. The older kids know not to mess with my mat; they walk right around it. I did let my big Sissy on it once but hey, it was Christmas.
This mat is big and fluffy and did you know it magically turns colorful when you turn 5 months old? Don’t tell the other kids but the tree plays peek-a-boo with me when everyone else is too busy. The fox’s tail even makes a crinkle noise; why anyone would choose cooking dinner over playing with a fox’s tail is lost on me. Oh and there’s more! It comes with a carrot that detaches and feels so good on my gums. I don’t know what’s happening in my mouth but it’s the opposite of a party. Apparently the shiny satin ribbons and tummy time mirror are good for Gross Motor skills. I don’t want gross skills though, why is that a thing? Anyway, do you have a comfort item yet?
Do you need your own personal space? Then you need this mat. I have one to give away (I don’t really want to give it away but Mom says I have to). She also told me to tell you to go over to Facebook and comment below this post. Adults are strange. Happy Playing!
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