Crawlin'

Whooee, I can CRAWL! At least that what Mom and Papa are calling it. As far as I'm concerned, it may as well be called "ZOOM=SPEEDO=KAZAM!=ing"

It's so, soooo awesome.
Now, when I want to, I can get to things before they think I can.
That dangling laptop cord? MINE.
The phone handset, with its lovely germs and blinky lights? TOTALLY MINE.
Mom's dozing eyeball? In my MOUTH.

(OK, that last one has less to do with crawling and more to do with my carnivore instincts and lightning-quick pouncing)

Oh, and the other night? Mom peeled a peach and let me have it all to myself. And, let me tell ya, I DEMOLISHED that thing. My two super duper bottom teeth are like RAZORS, I love 'em. And sinking them into things is the best feeling, especially things that taste good.

And...I've figured out how to make mom pay attention to me. I just put my lips together and go "MMMMmmmmmaamamamaa." I'm telling you, she lights up like a Christmas tree.

Tumbling, crawling, jumping, diving

Wow, I can get myself in WAY more trouble, now!

I can cover a lot of ground backwards and sideways -- basically the whole living room is available to me if mom turns her back for a minute or two. Forward works, too -- I figured out I can sort of jump my way forward from crawling position, like a bunny hops. But it's enough work that I only do it when I REALLY want to reach something, like an intriguing laptop power cord.

I'm eating all kinds of fun stuff now, including beets and swiss chard. Mom seems to get a kick out of steaming and pureeing anything she can get her hands on in the organic produce aisle, and I'm indulging her new hobby. The beets were especially fun, since I ended up looking like a freshly-mangled zombie baby (I grabbed the spoon and gave myself a quick hair, face and clothing makeover). Maybe a Halloween costume possibility?

I love dangling upside-down, arching my back off of laps and out of arms. I think it's funny when people are startled by this (they seem to worry about me falling onto the concrete. I can't imagine what their problem is, though, it looks like fun to me.)

Teething bites.

Well, no more sleeping through the night this last week or two -- at least not without that awful grape baby tylenol. But I have a tooth! Or really more of an edge...definitely enough to get some traction on those rubber spoons, and enough to really bother mom when I try it out while nursing.

And I have totally mastered getting into crawling position, and rocking back and forth...sometimes I get so much momentum going, I almost look like I'm going to take off. But then either my legs shoot out from under me and I go backward (usually), or I land on my face going forward (rarely). The backwards motion happens even more when I'm excited...like, say, when I'm trying to reach something right in front of me. And I go backward. Yeah. Not so happy about that.

I roll all over the place now. Roll roll roll. Especially off of the foam futon mattress mom set up as a play area.

These days, I enjoy:
apricot goop
oatmeal banana pear goop
carrot goop
being in papa's backpack
stabbing things and people with my thumb repeatedly
playing horsey rider on a knee
grass
sand
tummy zerberts/raspberries
blowing spit bubbles with my cousin and grinning

Oh, and I have a new baby cousin! Lillian! I haven't seen her yet, but I think I will probably like her a lot.