I got legs, baby, I’m every where
The Second has started crawling. That means I get to spend this weekend installing baby gates. He did it last night for the first time. I arrive at day care this morning and tell the teacher that he’s crawling. She says Yeah, he started that this week. So, it wasn’t his first time. Kind of a pitfall of daycare that you may miss a few firsts.
February 2nd, 2007 at 12:09 pm
It’s wonderful to see them changing. I never got enough of mine at any stage. One time, I found her sitting crosslegged on the end table, like a little budha. She had crawled up on the couch and then across and over the arm. She understood that it would not be as easy to crawl back down.
February 2nd, 2007 at 12:31 pm
Be sure to keep him out of your Hoppes No. 9.
February 2nd, 2007 at 1:40 pm
“Be sure to keep him out of your Hoppes No. 9.”
Heh! True story: My father had a muzzle-loader. He hung his “possibles” bag high up in his bedroom where he thought it was out of reach. We found his powder flask under our then three-year old baby brother’s pillow. We got him to tell us how he had done it. He had put a chair on the bed and a stool on top of the chair to reach the bag.
February 2nd, 2007 at 5:19 pm
nk: Yep, high storage is safe from (most) 2 year olds, but to a smart and active 3 year old it’s just a fun challenge.
(My son was an exception to that “most” – he kicked the side out of his crib and crawled all over the house when he supposedly wasn’t old enough to even begin crawling, and by two nothing short of a solidly-built locked door was going to keep him out of anything. Not to mention the time I was patching a leaky roof and he came right up the ladder after me…)
February 2nd, 2007 at 11:41 pm
Aww. Ain’t that cute. How’s your running legs, Unc?