He Crawls

About a month ago, Ben became mobile. This, of course, was unfortunate in that the first day he discovered his freedom, I was laying on the couch, throwing up everything in my stomach and then some. So, as I lay there, making some barely audible groan, I notice out of the corner of my eye that Ben is not where I set him. Great. Fast forward four weeks and we have a Ben proof house. Gates for the kitchen. Bottom two shelves cleared. Not out of forethought but out of, "He just pulled your cup off the shelf!!!"

With the natural progression of things, the crawl has progressed to pulling up. So now the examination of the vent can run right into the exploration of blinds.

Even with every tipped over cup and found bobby pin on floor, I still forget that everything on the floor will come in contact with two 11 month old hands. So was it with the trash bag full of mail I was sorting though today. I walk away for but a second and come back to find this.

Which soon becomes this...

He loves to pull up my using my knees. Usually he gives me love but today he had another goal in mind.

I had forgotten the crawling stage, mostly because Joshy never really went through it. He went from Army crawl to walking and only then at 15 months. I have spent two years since then dropping my bobby pins wherever I well please. Still, I know to enjoy each stage because crawling becomes climbing and and climbing becomes jumping from. And I have had three years of learning just how fearless little boys can be.