The Destruction Begins...

It’s been a while since we’ve updated you on Frankie’s new skillz. No, he’s still not crawling. He’s *rolling* as a preferred method of transportation from Point A (blue plastic key) to Point B (Malcolm). Here’s a run down summarizing a few of his recent developments:

-Putting Cheerios in his mouth (not just on floor)
-Sitting upright from a lying position without assistance
-Holding onto crib slats and peering out as though in federal baby prison
-Lifting up his arms to be held
-Hugging your neck
-Slapping your hands
-Throwing things like cell phones and breaking them
-Pulling out handfuls of cat hair

Because he can now sit up and his mobilization has increased exponentially in the past couple of weeks, we’re transitioning from the co-sleeper to the crib. This will probably be one of the most difficult hurdles we’ll face in his first years. I made an attempt to put him to sleep in his crib last night and endured blood curdling screams like I’ve never hear before for about fifteen minutes before giving in. I entered his room to find he’d managed to stick both legs between the slats of the crib. The smallish, flimsy crib bumper had been flung aside like so many Cheerios and cell phones. It took at least half an hour to calm him from his anger then to wait until he was sleepy enough to move him into the co-sleeper. Either I’m going to have to leave the house at bedtime, or I’m going to have to drink a lot more. Or maybe both.