After months of slight anxiety that he would never crawl mixed with gratefulness to God that he wasn't moving yet, since it made life easier, Linus, at just under 11 months, has begun to show off his new mad skill.
On Monday morning, after what I like to call The Three Weeks of Craziness (two weeks of swimming lessons followed by a week of VBS chased by a whirlwind trip to our family reunion), I plopped him down on the floor and off he went.
Is he very fast? No, not yet. But he is a danger to himself in that he puts EVERYTHING in his mouth. I go through a mental check list, making sure all things dangerous are out of his reach, whenever I place him on the ground.
buttons for hiding?
gross shoes that he might gnaw on?
You get the picture.
This week, I have been awakened to a new phase in life:
Three Mobile Children.
Scary! Pray for me, please.
Have a great weekend!