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Tuesday, June 05, 2007"What do you think they'd say to us if we took our eight month old to the ER with a broken arm and told them he fell off the slide while climbing it?" I asked Greg the other night.
"Good question," he replied.
I tell you folks...this boy is going to accelerate the white that is rapidly invading my hair color.
He turned eight months old last weekend. He's fearless.
As long as he has a wall or something to keep one hand on, the kid is off and walking.
His latest feat? Walking up the sliding board on the back porch. He'll grab hold of the raised sides with each hand and then brace his feet against the base of the raised edge. Then he slowly works his way up the slide. Yes, he falls off...fairly regularly.
Every last time he's fallen though, he simply rolls over, thumps on his butt, falls over on his back, stares at the ceiling for a moment and then gets up to try again.
Of course Elnora doesn't help matters. She generally goes around back, climbs the stairs and stands at the top dangling a toy and egging him on.
Today, he proved that he's just going to take off without thinking things through.
I was sitting on the back porch writing an article and I heard a funny squeaking sound. I looked up and noticed that I didn't see Emmitt anywhere. Nora was down for a nap and we were on the back porch with the baby gate up, so I knew he couldn't have gone far. That's when I heard him giggle and heard the "swoosh, swoosh" of his little knees heading across the floor.
Still didn't see him.
Until I looked behind the futon.
Yep, the kid had wedged himself in behind it. He'd spotted a book on the floor behind the futon and took off after it.
I tried to reach him, but he was too far down the wall for me to even grab his foot. I even tried moving the futon out about a foot, but I still couldn't get to him. (Not that he seemed at all concerned about how he was going to get back out.)
That's when I figured I might as well grab the camera. I snapped a shot or two and then headed over to the other side of the futon where I knew he'd pop up behind the coffee table.
Sure enough, he'd reached the book and was happily pushing buttons to try and make it talk.
Darn it if I didn't have to pull the futon out about four foot from the wall to get back in there and get him.
Yep...going to have to put the emergency room on speed dial. I have a strong feeling that we're going to make our share of visits...
Labels: All About the Kids