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Hey guys. So this pretty cool thing happened right after I
talked to y’all last. I discovered a little thing called crawling. Have you
heard of it? It’s fantastic.
Now I don’t need my mom to bring me toys and I can
stop telepathically willing the dogs to come within arms reach of me. Now if I
want something (like a dog’s tail) I just go get it.
So now that I’m 7 months old and mobile, here are a few of my likes and dislikes.
Likes:
2) Finding the one thing in a room that
can kill me.
My mom and dad are seriously lolly-gagging on the baby proofing
thing and I am quickly exposing their parental deficiencies. For instance,
computer cables make great teething toys and electrical outlets are just a hoot.
Too bad my mom watches me like a hawk because how much fun would it be to get
electrocuted??? I’m betting lots. Parents are seriously zero fun sometimes.
3)
Door stoppers. They have completely changed my life. Mom, you can stop pushing
those lame educational toys on me, I have found the perfect form of
entertainment.
4) The Monkey song. You know the one I’m talking about? ‘Five little monkey’s jumping on the bed, one
fell off and bumped his head, yadda yadda yadda….’. My mom sings it to me every
day complete with motions and funny voices. So. Much. Fun.
5) The swings at the
park.
They were fun when I was 6 months old and they are still fun today. Some things never get old.
6) Playdates. I get to size up
the competition, hang out with my bros, and check out all the pretty ladies.
7)
Hiking. I wish I could walk, but piggybacking on my dad during a long trek has
got to be the next best thing.
Dislikes:
1)Teething. Here’s a list of the
things I’d rather be doing than teething: taking a nap in my car seat, eating avocados,
being taken out of a perfectly good bath, and being picked up by my mom the
instant I make it to the dogs' water bowl.
I dislike all of those things and yet combined they are still much more preferable than having a bone wedging its way through my gums. I’ve got 4 teeth at this point and you’re telling me I have 16 left to go? That’s just SO. NOT. FAIR.
I dislike all of those things and yet combined they are still much more preferable than having a bone wedging its way through my gums. I’ve got 4 teeth at this point and you’re telling me I have 16 left to go? That’s just SO. NOT. FAIR.
2) Staying still. Now that I know how
to move, I simply cannot stand to be stationary. This includes things like:
being in my highchair, being in my jumperoo, being in my car seat, being in my
stroller, being in my mom’s lap, etc. Those sorts of things are for babies, and
I am a big boy with big places to go.