And I humbly submit that I am notably adept at moving about. About a week before my eight-month birthday I began to crawl. Within the ensuing three weeks, I not only become a master crawler (both in speed and technique), I learned how to stand myself up and take steps alongside railings, couches, coffee tables and other various household furnishing and I learned how to climb stairs. I can now quickly and easily climb an entire flight of stairs all by myself (of course, M & D monitor me extremely closely while I do this because they don't quite appreciate the physical dexterity and power hidden beneath this baby facade).
The ability to move on my own has opened up a great new world. Gone are the days of total reliance on other human beings for satisfaction of my every desire. Nowadays, if I want to play with a particular toy, I just crawl towards it. If I want to plunge myself headfirst over the side of the couch, I just crawl towards the edge (unfortunately, mommy has never let me carry out this particular experiment). If I want to explore the bathroom on the third floor, I crawl from my nursery to the bathroom. I am officially a self-sufficient human being (mommy says this isn't an accurate statement, but she's just in denial).
One unfortunate byproduct of my new skills is the sleep regression I've been going through. Who wants to sleep when you can pull yourself up in your crib and view the world from a different perspective? Not I. I pay no heed to the hour of the night when I'm doing this. So what if it's 2 a.m. and I get myself into a predicament because I've pulled myself up in my crib but I don't know how to lower myself back down and I therefor cry out for help and subsequently refuse to go back to bed because I'm too wound up? A boy needs to live!
Given this current state of affairs, I hope my readership can understand why I no longer have any time in my life for intellectual pursuits. Part of me regrets laying to waste this great brain of mine. For a while, I thought I would be the next great American novelist. But I currently cannot quench my thirst to crawl, climb, stand and explore (mommy thinks I will be a rambunctious little boy if things continue to unfold in current fashion). Perhaps I will come full circle and reignite my passion for writing some day. But for now, nobody can stymie my desire to move, move, move.
Here's a quick and dirty roundup of the recent happenings in my life (and pictures depicting the same): I celebrated my first Easter (they thew me in a pack-n-play like a caged animal), survived my first long weekend without M & D (it was fun having Buni and Papa John watch me alone!), had my first baby lady friend house guest (Elina) when she and her parents came to visit from New York, went to Eataly with M& D, reunited with all my Chicago baby friends for a playdate and a gingham-themed BBQ at Eve's house (where daddy and I wore matching outfits, which was neither my nor daddy's idea and was somewhat humiliating), and celebrated mommy's first Mother's Day (pictures from Mother's Day coming soon).
Love,
WFT
