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.