Right after Son2 turned 7 months old he decided that he should start moving forward. You notice how I specify forward?? Yeah, the kid was going up, down, left, right, backwards, but there was no way the kid could seem to mastered moving forward. You see, the little turd wouldn’t crawl. Or army crawl. Or scoot. He was determined to move though so he inch wormed. Literally. Envision an inch worm butt up in the air, stretching forward, laying flat, bringing its butt up into the air, and continuing on. That’s what he did, but s.l.o.w.l.y. So slow, that I could keep up with him.
Now he crawls and as I find him pulling a Moses and parting the Dead Sea of Son1′s toys that litter my floor (and stopping to taste them all) I find myself running around finding even the smallest of choking hazards. In fact, today I was so exhausted from a long night with a sick kid I accidentally dozed off on the couch.
Son1 comes up to me and says “Mom! Mom! Where’s baby brother?” and I jolt awake. How long have I been asleep? I look at my watch…ok, three minutes (I know this because I happened to note the time before I sat on the couch). I look for Crawler and he’s no where to be found. I rush around and I can’t find him. The worst mommy guilt and insane paranoias race through my mind. “How in the world can he get so far, oh my gosh, he must have found the one toy I haven’t picked up and is laying under the table choking!” I turn to Son1 posed on me knees, holding his hands, you know, like that crazed woman from those movies where the heroine is trying to get sage wisdom from a child.
“Where’s Baby2???” Son1 rushes towards the hallway, “That way, Mom!!!” and off we run!
I sprint in that direction and at the very end of the hall I see this adorable diaper clad behind in footed emergency vehicle jammies wiggling its way around the corner into my bedroom. I hustle down the hallway and as I scoop up the little booger he squeals in delight and frustration.
I’m positive that with the twinkle in his eye and the smirk across his mouth he was thinking out some devious master plan. Something along the lines of… “I’m not going to let you sleep tonight because tomorrow you’ll doze off longer and I will ambush and destroy all in my path. Bwahahahahahahah”
What a cute story! Love the poster, too.