NaBloPoMo NoMo.
National Blog Posting Month officially comes to a close tonight. I'm going to see how long I can keep it up, because it was nice to write so much, if nothing else, to get back to why I started blogging in the first place - my own little searchable documentation. I would never have remembered when Ollie cut his first tooth had I not jotted it down here.
In that vein, yesterday homeboy started with the serious forward movement. He seems to do a little bit of tugging himself with his arms and dragging his legs, but other times he'll just step his knees forward, and then just flop his front end down, thus moving forward ungracefully. It's like he has both components, knees and hands, down. Just separately. Soon, he'll put it all together and we'll have a little crawler on our hands. Also, we'll be screwed. Our house is completely not child-proofed. Oliver has already shown a penchant for outlets and electrical cables, so we can't really be as nonchalant about this as I envisioned before we were parents. Also, our stove shoots flames.
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