Last week, I had a belly scootin’ baby boy polishing my floors. It was so lovely. He couldn’t get anywhere very fast. I was still able to run to the laundry room for two minutes to change out a load of clothes without having to worry about him getting into too much other than his little toy basket. Wyatt could play his Wii without telling me that “Luke’s bothering me.” Oh, life was so much easier then…not anymore people!
In a matter of what seemed like one day and in reality was much shorter than that, Luke began crawling with his belly off the ground.
And, I mean to tell you that this little turkey is fast! He boogies right along with his mouth wide open as he screams to his next location of choice to terrorize!
usually always is where ever his big brother happens to be. Somebody please tell him that he is only 10 months old! He thinks he’s a 6 year old and has no interest in baby toys unless his “Bub-ba” is playing with them, too.
And he is NOT happy when you try to put him down to sit still either!
I think we are officially out of the infant/baby stage and moving right along towards toddlerhood! Somebody get me a tissue, please. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll take the whole box! My baby is growing up!