The Calm Before the Storm

We’ve hit the lull. It’s that time in early childhood development when my son has impressed with his rapid learning but hasn’t quite figured out how to scoot around the floor. Although, he’s close.

He can spin in circles and move backwards, though not purposely. He’s also figured out how to show off, assuming full push up position with only hands and feet touching the ground. Even though he’s a little late on the planking trend, I’ve seen him bust out that move too.  And, of course, there’s the very awkward-looking pre-crawl, air-hump dance that only results in his father laughing at him and, consequently, his mother reprimanding his father for being inappropriate. 

He’s also discovered how to use his tongue and lips to make a fart sound or, as I choose to see it, the “You’re-joking-right?/I-couldn’t-care-less” sound. So asking him a strategically-worded question results in some amusement, like “Are you ready to watch Beyonce’s halftime show?” or “Your father sure is funny, huh?”

The doctor told us that this time period is the last time we will ever be able to put him down and come back to find him in the same spot we left him. We have outlet covers, cabinet latches and toilet locks in our future.

It’s a bit ironic that one of the things new parents long for suddenly becomes an indicator of trouble. In this case, silence isn’t golden but worrisome. I’m debating moving everything (Everything? Everything!) below 3 feet off the ground to a higher place. It might be awkward for our dogs to have to eat at our dining room table but it could save massive headaches down the road.