Posts Tagged cruising
Drinks Are on Me
Posted by Proud Dad in Baby on Board on April 8, 2010
Another great thing about LTD being mobile is that I can no longer relax and enjoy a simple cup of water. That’s right, not only is the little guy always on the move he can’t stop grabbing things. Would anyone like to take a guess as to what he does once he has grabbed something? Correct, he throws it on the floor. Back in the day I used to leave a cup of water or whatever on the coffee table and enjoy it at my leisure. Now that we are living life like an episode of Lockdown, I can’t leave anything out including my thirst quenching beverages. I now have to put them on the window sill out of harms way, but then I forget about them and they sit for days undrunken.
Another new development in the beverage arena is LTD’s quest to steal my delicious Peach Snapple Iced Tea. Every time I go to enjoy my cold Snapple, the little guy sets his sights on the bottle like the Terminator. If I had to guess he likes the way the tea swishes around inside the bottle. I’m sure there is a better way to handle it, but I always just hand him the bottle and wait until he gets distracted by something else allowing me to drink down my sweet elixir. Normally, at the end of these rants I say that a hug from LTD makes it all worth it, but he hugged the couch yesterday so I’m not sure what to do.
Tom Cruise in Top Gun, Not on Oprah
These days change is coming fast and furious in the baby universe. LTD was crawling for a brief time when he decided it was too boring. He wanted a better view of the living room, so he spends his days cruising around the couch and coffee table. He has also decided to flex his muscles in other ways by exercising his force of will. If you try to get him to sit when he is standing or cruising he demonstrates with extreme prejudice just who really is in charge. He steamrolls over any obstacle in his way, including me, on his journey from one end of the couch to the other. If you want to hear a baby scream, pick him up when he is crawling towards the TV and turn him in another direction. Did I say TV? I meant the dog dish, the coat rack, the dinning room chairs, the dog crate, the hutch, the stairs. The blockades and gates have been brought in and now our living room looks like East Berlin during the cold war. We put the dog as the guard at Checkpoint Charlie, but she is lax in her duty. The price of having a baby, not unlike freedom, is eternal vigilance.