The bub is not yet crawling, but I will put him down on the floor in one spot and come back to find him somewhere different. He sort of wiggles, rolls, rocks, kicks, squidges, and wills himself wherever he wants to go. At the moment his chief desire is anything made of paper...
...like the do not remove tag under the chair.
He removed it.
Sometimes this less than coordinated effort ends in frustration.
Such as, when the arms and legs get all tangled
and that sparkly Christmas tree ends up being all poky and stuff.
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Oh yeah. I remember this stage... This was about the time a decided to program Poison Control into my cell phone. I still don't know if grape vine decor is treated with some kind of chemical, but Nora didn't die so that's a good thing.
I love Ian's facial expressions! No guessing what this kid is feeling.
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