Sunday, August 23, 2009

New Levels, New Devils

Well, it appears that we finally have a crawler! After a long and frustrating road to get there, Jack has at last figured out the art of locomotion. And after listening to his whining for the past 3 weeks, I'm more than happy to have him crawling about and getting into every nook and cranny in the house. I think.
Once Jack figured out how to roll he started using that as his main form of tranportation. He was pretty good at judging proper distances and angles in order to roll to his desired destination. And the activity was just enough to keep him busy without getting into too much trouble. Then he learned how to get up on his hands and knees. That was cute for a while. He'd push and push until he could heave those 27 pounds up, and then plop back down with an exhaustive sigh of victory. By the time we left for camping, he was getting up on all fours, rocking and then taking one step forward before collapsing in a heap. At this point, he was starting to get pretty ticked. I think he was sick of hearing me say, "Yay Jack you're gettingt it! Good job! ... Ohhh, it's okay, try again!" Even "Nonnie's School of Hard Knocks" couldn't help.
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When he wasn't upset with himself for not getting the hang of it, he was upset with me for not picking him up and carrying him everywhere. For the first few days after we got back from vacation, he would just about lose it every time I stepped out of the room. Surprisingly, it was one of those moments of baby rage that motivated him to take matters into his own hands (and knees) and go get mommy himself. And so, screaming all the way, he crawled the whole 9 "steps" from living room to hallway, grabbed my ankles, and sobbed into my feet. From then on there was no turning back.

It's amazing how quickly things move from there. In less than a week he went from crawling, to pulling himself up using furniture. Instead of crying for me to pick him up he now gets annoyed if I don't put him down. And instead of whining whenever I leave the room he now chases me around the coffee table. It's kind of fun, and just a tad exhausting, watching him exert his newfound indepence, otherwise known as strong-will. Alas, all of a sudden rubber blocks and moving elephant trains are no longer good enough for Jack. Oh no, he finds things like CD cases, blinking modems, and electrical outlets much, much more exciting. We'll save those stories for another day.

2 comments:

TT said...

Wow!go Jack go!

Jenn said...

LOVE the door-quote of a title.
LOVE the nonnie lessons.
LOVE the fact that this will require future posts.

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