Wednesday, September 22, 2010

I Turn My Back for One Second And...

(Evidently there was an oreo within Charlie's reach. I had no idea.)

(Charlie stands up on this all the time, it rocks forward, and he just rolls right off the front.)

Kids are too quick of learners for their own good sometimes I decided. Charlie is prone to really jump head first into things. For instance he stands now. Well he's been standing for a few weeks actually, pretty much since the time he started crawling on his hands an knees. Well he started this trick, and started using ANYTHING to pull himself up on, before he'd thought through getting down at all. So he'd end up crying with a big bruise on his head about every day when he fell.

About two days ago we saw him get to the bottom of the stairs in our tv room and start going up and we had to go pull him off. Oh great. This morning I was just letting him climb up the stairs in front of me. Just two stairs up he looks up at me, I swear with the look that says he has an idea. His whole body goes rigid and his hands go up and he slides back down the stairs on his belly like a sled down a hill. I don't know if he had any idea that was what would happen, but he wasn't concerned and he didn't seem surprised - he just crawled away.

(Charlie crawling ALL the stairs later this afternoon... from bottom to top... yep. I'm the one hovering in the back totally freaked out.)

Am I in for a lot of broken bones and stitches?! Please say no, I can't handle blood.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

There's Only One

I love rollercoasters. I was trying to decide the last time I went to Lagoon and I decided... hmmm, like Icon Days maybe? Plus everytime I've been to an amusement park in the last few years it seems I'm always pregnant, and thus, disallowed on any fun rides. So I made John and my sister and Charlie come with me this year.

The new ride, Wicked, is awesome! I also made my little sister cry she was laughing so hard on the top of the Rocket ride. You know the one that drops you? I swear it's the only ride that makes me nervous, but when I'm sitting at the top, I tend to get... explicit.

Emily was jumping for joy at the prospect of Lagoon: HA!

PS. The guy who was developing strollers and finally said, 'you know what they should be able to do? Lay down for when your kid falls asleep', is a total genius! He should get a raise for that invention. This definitely was a weird/hard day for Charlie. He liked all the people but he must have been so confused as to what we were doing.

I leave you with John and I riding the infamous Collasus. It's... funnyish.

(It's so beautiful, I'm crying.)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Evolution of the Crawl

It seems Charlie's crawl happened in the textbook sorta way. About 6 months old he started to roll to get places, then he would teeter back and forth on his hands and knees, and then he adopted an army crawl, like this:

He was so good at that, I was prepared to not be surprised if he never learned to crawl traditionally. The kid could make time, you had to be nervous if you left him ANYWHERE, because he could end up somewhere totally different getting into something without your knowledge. Like the time I walked out of our bedroom and left Charlie on the floor, 30 seconds later when I walked back in, I couldn't see him. I freaked out, looked under the bed and all around, suddenly from the closet I hear a little rustling, it's Charlie, eating shoes.

After awhile Charlie eventually wanted to pick up his belly so he could crawl over and IN thing. But he adopted the funniest half and half crawl for awhile, like this:

He actually did that for quite awhile, and I thought, well hmmm, maybe he'll stick with that. But not long after I was thinking that he was proving to me that I shouldn't count my chickens. Now, he does this:

Now he's a full fledged menace. I spend my time pulling him out from under things, getting him unsquished after he crawls in between the couch and a side table, pulling junk outta his mouth, you know the drill (if you've ever had, or been around kids!)

So now that he's a crawling pro, it seems that he LOVES to crawl under things. I'm thinking I need to get him some sorta tent or something for Christmas. He always crawls under the desk when I have him in here and I'm blogging. He likes to crawl and then sit and play under his bouncy station when he's in here also. He crawls under the coffee table in the living room (and subsequently gets stuck and screams) and the list goes on.
The other day as he was at my feet, under the desk as I did some work, he pushed over the trash can which I didn't immediately remedy (just paper in there, right?). I then heard him grunting, so I looked down, and found this:

Good times!