Forced Exercise

Sarah has completed her crawling training now and is getting nearly everywhere she desires. Luckily, Joseph watches her like a hawk and often sounds the alarm. It sounds like this: Mommy...Mommy! Baby.

And this means that I am being summoned from one end of the house to the other...constantly. Sarah is on the move and so is her mother! Before, we just had to make sure all the tiny pieces of [whatever] were off the carpet in the room she was in. Now it's everywhere. Ugh. That's a big job because there are a lot of people who drop stuff around here.

And then this morning I realized that it wasn't just on the floor that I needed to be concerned about. Last night, Sarah proved that she can pull herself up to a stand at the coffee table. Shoot. That's where we used to put the stuff we took away from her!

Crawling

A sitting baby is a happy baby. A crawling baby is a happy baby. A crawling baby with a diaper leaking orange goo, who stops to sit occasionally, is a disaster. It gives new meaning to the phrase, "Follow the yellow brick road."

Where's my disinfectant?

Time to baby proof (again)

Joseph has finally entered the crawling stage! He figured it out just this week. I got this video of him yesterday afternoon and he is so cute! A couple of days ago he actually left me at the computer and went down the hallway. He is usually not willing to be so far away.


So now I will have to be a better housekeeper and hopefully pass some of the vigilance down to the kids. We have a live vacuum! He already stands up to the coffee table and is working on the couches. I don't think he'll be content to simply crawl for very long!

School registration is this morning. As soon as the power company's tree trimmers are done mutilating our 5 trees out front, we're heading to the school to get all the paperwork taken care of! Then I think we'll hit the library because they have air conditioning. It's going to be a hot one today...I can already tell.