Creepy Crawler

No, Colin isn't creepy, but he is creeping. I guess that's what you call it when he's motoring around on the ground without doing the conventional "hands and knees" crawl maneuver. I don't know that he has any desire to ever actually crawl the old-school way. He likes this military style thing he's got going, and so do I. It's a little slower than the other way, and it produces this dragging, scratching sound that makes him really easy to track.



He's also totally talking. And by "totally" I mean he has finally convinced me that the sounds coming out of his mouth are words. Today when I got him up from his nap, he said, "Hi, Dada." And yes, he capitalized Dada which proved instantly he was referring to me and not just to some generic polysyllabic entity. He can also say, "I did it," "So help me," "Bubble," "Thank you," "Mama," and "For crying out loud, Addison, do not grab him by the head, now go to your room!" I assumed that came from Heather, but then the phone rang and it was she calling from her cell on the way home from the store. So I figured it was time I kept a closer eye on the boys . . . and a closer watch on my cold medicine intake. But I digress.



Anyway, these pics are from one of Colin's recent exploits into the saucer portion of his excersaucer. It was an impressive climb for him, as his particular brand of locomotion doesn't lend itself to uneven terrain. And there's another pic from when Addison put sunglasses on him.



Ain't we lucky we got 'em, good times.