Charles crawled for, like, two seconds before he learned to walk. He hated it. At nine months, he would get up on hands and knees and scream for a few seconds, pissed off about it. I don’t know, it was hard or something? It wasn’t fast enough? He was so chunky that his back muscles couldn’t hack the all-fours position? Whatever the case, he hated crawling and would do it only begrudgingly at first - he eventually got the hang of it, but long after I began to question my fitness for motherhood.
First babies are just so awesome, amirite? Nothing will make you feel inadequate faster.
Jamie is a much more reasonable child, it seems. I hope that continues.
We’ve started closing the gates at the top of the stairs, and since he can easily pull himself to standing on any item of furniture, I’m going to have to reinstall the toilet locks pretty quick-like.
He loves his mobility, and I’ll frequently set him down in one spot and then find him crawling or creeping along furniture and walls to chase me into the kitchen or the laundry room or wherever. It’s pretty fun because he is just so stinkin’ happy about moving,
Young James is weighing in at almost 19 pounds these days (at *gasp* almost TEN MONTHS!). He’s a climber and loves his big brother and his daddy and his doggy something fierce. He has two teeth and is working on more and isn’t sleeping very well. He loves pancakes and bananas and green beans and yogurt. He sucks his thumb, he makes lots of noise, lots of happy noise, and he has a great smile.
I’m pretty happy he’s mine.