Sorry for the radio silence the last few months, folks, but it’s been a very busy time. MiniSir was away all of November on course across the country. My mum came to visit while he was gone, and then friends from our last posting came up, and then he was home for a week and we celebrated our first Christmas with Grunt and then it was off to Ontario for the holidays… Whew. When we got home, all of us were sick, and these last two weeks have been recovery-focused. This week, though, FINALLY, I have some time to post.
If Grunt sits still long enough.
The past two weeks, while we have all been full of mucus and fighting all our grossness, he decided that he was going to crawl. And walk. The baby gates went up in a rush. The remotes have been hidden cleverly. And he has just figured out how to eject a disc from the blue-ray player so I guess I’m gonna have to watch that. The best is that when he does something he’s particularly proud of, he fake laughs at his cleverness. This morning he found me in the bathroom while I was using the toilet. He must have laugh-coughed for 5 minutes, he was so clever.
And don’t get me started on when he crawls over to the cat so he can pet him.
Luckily, we are all feeling better now so I can keep up with this increase in movement. And he still loves sitting in his playpen with his toys, so I’ve got that going for me too.
Now if only he’d sleep in his own bed. But more on that later.