Zygote Daddy and D.W.’s son, Chins, is not only growing at an amazing rate, but he’s also trying to develop his mad baby skills sooner than the average bear as well.
Here in Casa Bradstein, although 3B isn’t as big as Chins, we’re familiar with the need to crawl. 3B was locomoting for a few weeks through a combination of an army-belly crawl, rolling, sitting up and toppling over in the desired direction, getting up on hands and knees and lunging, which was followed by getting up on hands and knees and scooting either hands or knees forward, then lunging.
Finally, last Wednesday (that’s six months and three days, for those of you keeping score at home), 3B coordinated all the disparate parts of his body and started bona fide crawling, which means that our house now looks like we’re expecting a flood, with everything moved two feet up off the floor. All that baby-proofing was a bit premature and yet not nearly enough because the first thing that 3B did was crawl over to various objects–Boppy, LeapFrog activity center, couch–and try to use them to lever himself into a standing position. That afternoon, he stood up in his crib for the first time.
Since then, all of his attempts to stand, which usually start off as some variation on Downward Facing Dog and end up as some variation of a faceplant, have led to much crying. This is likely because it’s a bit startling and maybe somewhat painful, but also because 3B’s long-awaited top teeth seem to be making the final push through to appear. Then again, we’ve thought that before. Regardless of the teeth, 3B is jonesing to walk.
We’re not sure where he needs to go so badly that he needs to walk at six months, but I suppose that he’ll show us the way there in a few days. Yeesh. It’s nice to know that while he got his good looks and smarts from Mama–thank goodness–that I could pass on my dominant trait–impatience.
Then again, maybe it’s not impatience. Maybe he’s just trying to keep up with Chins.
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