Since the little boy who steals my heart started crawling, life has become something totally new. This little man grunted and rolled, breast stroked and belly flopped, and now officially crawls.
It started out slowly. Me sending an email and then looking out to the living room and seeing he had wormed his way to the dining room. Then it was trouble. Knocking over the cat dish, eating cords, ripping paper, tipping garbages and fireplace tools, eating leaves, blasting door stoppers and going for anything he shouldn't. This child LOOKS for trouble. I see a sparkle in his eye as he scans the room for something to destroy. He is extremely proud of himself as he comes towards you showing off his skills.
"No" actually means, pause, possibly look at you momentarily, and continue to do exactly what he was doing previously. Didn't you know? There are many many startling No's and dragging across the rooms to only have him go right back to it. Not surprising to us River shakes his head No frequently. Its a funny game.
There's been fallen baskets of blow dryers landing on heads, hands full of cat food, gagging on leaves, paper, the cat. There's pulling myself up and falling over hitting my heads, and the walking game is the new rage. These past few weeks have had no sitting still, lots of laughs, and tons of trouble in this house.
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