Tweet Cletus the Used to be Fetus can crawl. I am the exact opposite of ecstatic. Coincidence? I think not.
So it's not really a full blown crawl yet, but it's a hand, hand, hop-through-with-both-legs-like-we're-vaulting kind of thing. Really pretty cute, except that means he's mobile. When you're the first child mobile is awesome. "Six and-a-half months and crawling?! He's an absolute genius!" When you're the third child it's more like, "Crap. Now the kid is crawling. That means I have to actually sweep the floor on a regular basis. And probably mop."
As Cletus grows it means I lose more freedom. No more plopping the baby on a blanket in the middle of the living room floor and walking to the bathroom. Now it's a choice: Bring the baby with and tell him no every time he tries to open the cabinet under the bathroom sink, or speed pee and hope to be back before he's pulled down the dvd player.
I ran down to throw a load of clothes in the washer. Came back upstairs and could hear the baby, but couldn't see the baby. He had managed to wedge himself between the couch and chair. Great. Now I've got "possible child misplacement" to worry about.