See this little guy? Look at him just lying there, sleeping. He’d cry quite a bit. He didn’t respond much to us. I wished so badly that he would give us some little sign that he knew we were there. About a month later, he smiled.
Then we started wanting him to laugh and roll over. He did that, too.
When he started rolling over, he started sleeping on his tummy, so that gave us a lot of cause for concern. We wanted him to sit up, so he could do better at restaurants and be part of the family meals. And he did.
Ever since he started sitting up, we’ve been just waiting for the day that he’d crawl. We couldn’t wait for him to crawl. Guess what? A week ago, at 7 1/2 months old, he started crawling. Hands and knees crawling. And guess what? He’s into everything! Everyone warned us not to wish for this day, and they were right.
Dog bowls, books, shelves, chewing on rugs, immediately reaching for the electrical sockets and cords, and pulling up on everything. There have been a few collisions and a lot of tears. But he’s proud of himself, and I’m proud for him!
Changing his diaper is nothing short of difficult. And you better hope he only tinkled because the chances of having a giant mess because he’s wiggling and squirming and crawling and nearly diving off the changing table is pretty great.
It’s true that I didn’t appreciate the days with a baby who rarely did anything at all other than sleep and cry. I wouldn’t go back to those days, but I’m starting to think that the key to my weight loss is going to be chasing around this little crawling boy!




