Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Q acquired a nasty cold last week, and he was definitely a trooper for the couple of days when he was extra snotty. He practically jumped into his crib for two naps on the worst day of his cold, whereas it was a daily battle to get him to go down for naptime for the past couple of weeks. That evening he got a sudden burst of energy as he noticed the remote control laying on the floor a few feet away from him, so he crawled on his belly, commando style, to snatch his favorite non-toy. I was in awe of him. I couldn't believe that he was actually crawling-- and on the worst day of his cold no less. I figured at 13 months that he was one of those babies who would never crawl. But watching him slither across the floor on his belly, I was also ridiculously proud, as if I had something to do with him hitting this milestone.
So, of course, the most alluring items and places are the least safe in our house. He seems to think there is a treasure chest of cookies at the bottom of the stairs since he always heads in that direction. Most of the time he pants excitedly like a puppy as he takes off, giving me a little heads up. But now he's catching on, getting quiet and stealthy as he makes his way to the media cabinet. Clearly we're in full babyproof mode.
Now what to do about those two fireplaces...