Learning to Crawl

Yesterday, I thought it was all over. I was wrong. Nope, NOW it’s all over. He learned to crawl.

My darling eight-and-a-half month old son has figured out how to put it all together, and now, nothing is safe anymore. I first had a feeling it was going to happen when I saw him straining to reach the edge of a small two-step staircase into my mother’s sun room. My brain thought–what if he actually makes it all the way over there? He could fall. I should probably move him out of the way, just in case.

I took a sip of coffee, swear to God, I turned my head for a split second, and then he started launching himself. We caught him before he hit the bottom, but whoa, that was fast. From then on, he was crawling at mach speed. Look out world, here he comes…

Those power cords had better hide, because he thinks they are fabulous for chewing. Oh, and plastic grocery sacks make the best noise in the world. Somehow, children always find the dangerous items, and they do it in a heartbeat. On the bright side, one of his newest favorite toys is an empty 16 oz. plastic gatorade bottle. They spin, roll, and make a wonderful noise on the floor.

So, I now have to keep my eyes upon him at all times. No longer can I write at the kitchen table while letting him play with tupperware. He will be out the door and on the way to McDonald’s, if I do. Look out, world!

I think I need a leash…