August 20, 2006

Implotzable

Well, that was a fun, carefree 9.93 months.
GONE are the days of being able to plop Master Dypierponts onto his bottom with the full knowledge that he would be in that same spot when we returned.
GONE are the days of free access to the stairwells.
GONE are the days of cat and dog tails being safe from slobber, ingestion, or a good squeeze.
GONE is baby Ryan, belly-dweller.

Meet Ryan, young-man-on-the-go-wherever-he-damn-well-pleases.

Who, thanks to his father's watchful eye, alREADy has a coffee table-produced knot on his forehead the size of a radish.

*sigh*

Growing pains for all of us, really, as we adjust the household members and pointy/hard furniture to this new-found mobility, which is still a sight to behold. He kind of looks like a combination of a baby gazelle and a martian rover, as he SLAPS an arm down as if to get a firm hold on terra firma before committing his knees in that direction, then SLAPing the other arm forward.

The crib mattress goes down the next notch tonight.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

When you think your floors are clean, take a good look at Ryan's knees and top of his feet once he really gets to crawling.

9:22 PM  
Blogger Dan said...

We have seven pets.
We will never think our floors are clean.

10:02 PM  

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