Little Mister, as I have mentioned, has been working hard. VERY hard. Very, very, very hard, for the last few weeks, whenever He has had a chance. Trying (so hard!) to figure out how to get There.
"There" being a place or object, always in front of Him, and always barely beyond reach.
His expression during these times is just as a lion would have, if starved for a month, and placed on one side of a plexiglass wall, with a herd of Zebra on the other.
Or, even better, imagine there is no plexiglass, but the lion is put into a straightjacket. Imagine the contortions and exhausting flopping about this ravenous lion would throw himself into. If our lion were bald, we wouldn't know the difference between him and Little Mister.
For about a week now, I have observed this circus act suspiciously, shaking my head and murmuring to J, "We have GOT to get this place child-proofed fast! He's going to figure it out any day now. Any day!"
Well, Peanuts.
Today was that day.
And, if you can imagine the lion bursting through his straightjacket and finding himself to be free, FREE! in a field of zebra- the crazed free-for-all, pouncing here and there and laughing hysterically (sure, lions laugh) and tearing around until he's so tired he can't.move.another.muscle- well. Then you will know how Little Mister spent His afternoon.
He's not got a proper crawl going yet; He's still commando-style. But He can get from Here to There with almost alarming alacrity, and nothing (I mean NOTHING) is safe from His curious, pudgy little fingers.
Guess what I did today? I followed Him around, saying, "Oh, yikes, Mister, not that! Here, play with thi- NO! No thank you, sweetie not that. Take this toy inste- NO! No, let me have that and I'll just move you over here, ok. Now I can- NO! Nonnonoo that is NOT good for babies and now, Little One, I can get your-NO! NOT THAT EITHER!" while extracting various treasures such as barbie crowns, bits of paper, electronic cords of every diversity, a shoe, and so very many plastic strands of disembodied pom-pom.
There will be no rest, Peanuts. No rest. For YEARS. There will be no peace. There will be worry, and paranoid checking of things. All the things. There will be much lifting and relocating and chasing and floor-cleaning. It is a new era of wow-three-kids-huh-how's-that?
But. If you can imagine the face of a lion, who has been starved, in a straightjacket, in a field of zebra and then freed- freed among the zebra and the big, wide, wonderful world, well. You can picture the face of my Mister.
So, I can't help it. I cheered Him on.
"There" being a place or object, always in front of Him, and always barely beyond reach.
His expression during these times is just as a lion would have, if starved for a month, and placed on one side of a plexiglass wall, with a herd of Zebra on the other.
Or, even better, imagine there is no plexiglass, but the lion is put into a straightjacket. Imagine the contortions and exhausting flopping about this ravenous lion would throw himself into. If our lion were bald, we wouldn't know the difference between him and Little Mister.
For about a week now, I have observed this circus act suspiciously, shaking my head and murmuring to J, "We have GOT to get this place child-proofed fast! He's going to figure it out any day now. Any day!"
Well, Peanuts.
Today was that day.
And, if you can imagine the lion bursting through his straightjacket and finding himself to be free, FREE! in a field of zebra- the crazed free-for-all, pouncing here and there and laughing hysterically (sure, lions laugh) and tearing around until he's so tired he can't.move.another.muscle- well. Then you will know how Little Mister spent His afternoon.
He's not got a proper crawl going yet; He's still commando-style. But He can get from Here to There with almost alarming alacrity, and nothing (I mean NOTHING) is safe from His curious, pudgy little fingers.
Guess what I did today? I followed Him around, saying, "Oh, yikes, Mister, not that! Here, play with thi- NO! No thank you, sweetie not that. Take this toy inste- NO! No, let me have that and I'll just move you over here, ok. Now I can- NO! Nonnonoo that is NOT good for babies and now, Little One, I can get your-NO! NOT THAT EITHER!" while extracting various treasures such as barbie crowns, bits of paper, electronic cords of every diversity, a shoe, and so very many plastic strands of disembodied pom-pom.
There will be no rest, Peanuts. No rest. For YEARS. There will be no peace. There will be worry, and paranoid checking of things. All the things. There will be much lifting and relocating and chasing and floor-cleaning. It is a new era of wow-three-kids-huh-how's-that?
But. If you can imagine the face of a lion, who has been starved, in a straightjacket, in a field of zebra and then freed- freed among the zebra and the big, wide, wonderful world, well. You can picture the face of my Mister.
So, I can't help it. I cheered Him on.
He is growing too fast! I love how much he thrives with all the adventure and change. Hugs to you and the family.
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