The little sheep shaker has brought it up to the next level: sheep bashing.
I love watching Birdie in his little nest. Ever since we first slipped him in and popped that bar in front of him, those toys have completely mesmerized him. He seems worried about those strange little decapitated animals on their little balls, but instead of screaming at them, he's been trying to best them. Fight his fears, rather than submit. First it was the hostile staring. And then the pinch lipped, crazy eyes look of warning while wiggling his fingers. And then he found that if he kicks his legs he could give them a good shaking. And now, well, no little smiley staring toy is ever going to intimidate him again. He RULES that chair.