This is pretty much the view that I have every minute that I am at home.
If I’m not at work, I’m watching this baby tush crawling away from me.
The stairs are usually his destination, and once there, he will go as far up as he can, before he wants to turn around and chat, at which point, I catch him before he plummets to the ground.
This kid, more than the others and probably because of the others, thinks he’s 5.
He pulls himself up and starts to take a step before he remembers he doesn’t know how to walk.
He screams when we give him food in little pieces, because he’s convinced he should be allowed to hold a whole sandwich in his hands and be trusted not to shove the whole thing in his mouth.
And he crawls.
Like lightning.
Everywhere.
Just a baby, and already the kid is always leaving me.
But he always turns around, calls for “Mama!” and comes crawling right back.
Helena, his babysitter (and the other love of his life), quite accurately says he’s like a bulldog, because as he crawls around, he’s dripping drool.
I imagine catching it on film one day and then playing a slow-motion montage of him shaking his head, much like a bulldog, and watching the drool fly everywhere.
That would be the post that would go viral.
I just know it.
Anyway, I can think of a lot of worse ways to spend my time at home than chasing Tiny around the house, with a dishtowel so no one else slips and falls in the drool.
As his tiny tush says in the picture above, Life is Good.
Love this post. Made me feel all sentimental about how big my little guy has gotten.
Comment by thismummaslife — February 27, 2012 @ 12:27 pm |
Thanks! Sounds cliche, but it goes WAY too fast! 🙁
Comment by abozza — February 27, 2012 @ 12:47 pm |
It really, really does!
Comment by thismummaslife — February 27, 2012 @ 1:46 pm
Oh, I remember those days! And judging by the photo, your stair base would no easier fit a gait than mine did. 🙂
Comment by crubin — February 27, 2012 @ 12:40 pm |
Exactly! A gate would make things much easier, although I imagine him like a prisoner, running his cup along the bars, dying to get through that gate! 🙂
Comment by abozza — February 27, 2012 @ 12:46 pm |
Adorable Amy. The other video that could go viral…is the one where I took my eyes off him for 5 seconds this morning while Helena was walking Scruffy…only to find his hand reaching into Scruffy’s bowl of Kibbles. Poor little guy was just hungry for his O’s. 🙂
Comment by Shane — February 27, 2012 @ 8:24 pm |
Ahahahahaha! Hysterical, Shane! A little kibble never hurt anyone. 🙂 (Funny how funny I find this and am thinking how UNfunny I would have found this with Julia…parenting your first and fourth are COMPLETELY different experiences!)
Comment by abozza — February 27, 2012 @ 9:16 pm |
A lovely post! I remember these days with my first son and I am fast approaching them with my second. Here’s to losing a few pounds around the middle with all the extra darting about I will be doing.
Comment by amberelegance — March 1, 2012 @ 8:07 am |
🙂 Ooh, I sure hope that’s an added side effect for me!
Comment by abozza — March 1, 2012 @ 8:46 am |