"JOY comes to us in ORDINARY moments. We risk missing out when we get too busy chasing down the extraordinary." ~Brene Brown
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Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Lowering of the Crib
Hyrum has recently been "on the move". His favorite move is to steam roll around the living room. If he's on the hardwood or in the kitchen he will show off his bum scoot. I'm not even gonna lie, I love that kid to pieces. When he's on the floor playing with toys he likes to hold things up and then drop them. If they make an especially loud sound he likes to do it again, and again, and again. His favorites are Camilla's glass cups and plates from her tea set. I also adore the triumphant look I get when he accomplishes something amazing like pulling himself up to a standing position or sitting up. He can no longer be left on beds unattended or plunked in an empty laundry basket to keep him busy.
I thought my house was pretty kid proof, but it's looking like I need to rework a few things. It's funny how much you can forget in just a short year or two. Just little things really, like how interesting electrical/USB/any kind of cords are to curious babies. Or how nothing phases them (not even hitting their head on the floor) when they are on a mission to grab something. One thing I have also noticed is that little boys are curious creatures. Hyrum loves to touch things, move things, play with wheels, and figure out how everything works the way it does. He is so curious about everything. Just the other day I had a glimps of how crazy life is going to be when he starts motoring around, which has caused me to thing about this whole baby proofing thing, which got me on this whole topic in the first place.
This morning I had to lower his crib down to the next setting. Where is time going? I am excited for him to explore his little world at a new level in the not so distant future as he learns to move around on all fours. For now, he can stick to the bum scoot and army crawl. As long as he continues to give me snuggles and nestle his face into my shoulder when he's sleepy, I'll be a happy momma.
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