Cruisin'

Today, I mourn the end of an era. Reid is moving on from "Swaddlers New Baby Diapers" to "Cruisers Diapers." That's means he's no longer a new baby. *sniff* That means he's getting bigger and he's moving around a lot more (the Cruisers diapers have some sort of special flex that allows for better movement blahblahblah).

So while I'm glad he's sleeping better and crying less and more easily entertained these days, I'm not too excited about this whole getting bigger and moving around a lot more thing,'cause that means a) mama's back hurts from lifting the boy and b) mama has to move around a lot more too, and mama doesn't like that. Why am I talking about myself in the third person?

He's progressed from scooting to all-out crawling and after a long period of wobbly sitting followed by the inevitable topple and head bonk, he's now sitting well unsupported and moves comfortably back and forth between sitting and crawling.

I've really gotta keep an eye on him these days. A few weeks ago, I was getting him ready for bed and I set him down in his crib and walked across the room to do something. A moment later I saw his nearly-bald head bobbing out of the corner of my eye and turned to see him standing at the edge of the crib, about to launch himself over the side to get to me. With a big smile on his face, naturally.

Now, I should mention that prior to this moment, I had not seen him stand, nor do anything that came close to standing or pulling himself up. (This was before he was even sitting well.) Leave it to Reid to pick the most dangerous place to practice this skill. (He has an affinity for dangerous situations - more on that later.) So I screamed "TE-ED!!!!" and we had an emergency mattress-lowering pow-wow.

Good thing I caught him trying that move while I was in the room. I now walk into this each morning and after naps:

He's now perfected the pull-up operation and the wobbly stand. Which is so cute.

But which affords him many new opportunities to bring harm upon himself. Here he is (in a new Cruisers diaper) pulling up on the bathtub.

I had to stop the camera and snatch him up before he attempted to launch himself into the bathtub, headfirst, as I have seen him attempt this maneuver several times lately. The bathtub seems to be one of his favorite places to practice his new moves, probably because it's just the right height and provides the excitement of bath toys and other stuff just over the ledge.

So now he's onto cruising along the couch (or bathtub) and from one piece of furniture to the next where possible. There have been many head bonks - and I expect there will be many more - but a cuddle and a kiss seem to do the trick and he's back on the move!