Just watched my son roll over on his own for the very first time. Not surprisingly, he did so in pursuit of a stuffed monkey. Because who doesn’t like a stuffed monkey.
Anyway, bravo, S*tch. You’ll be throwing a wicked slider and banging cheerleaders 4 at a pop in no time. Just like your old man used to. And yes, I think I’m going to cry now.
update: Okay, now he’s making a habit of it. To which I say: settle down, kid. There’ll be plenty of time to travel once you’ve finished college. And you won’t have to deal with having dog hair spittleplastered to your mug then, either.
update 2:
The S*tchel Poem
My boy sleeps.
In dreams, he rolls
over in fields of
bottled milk and
stuffed monkeys.
Congrats on the milestone moment.
Now would be a good time to remind yourself to not just plop him down on the counter and walk away to make yourself a sandwich.
Congrats!
Michele is right. Duct tape takes care of the counter issue, though.
— Erik
Speaking of college, before you know it you’ll be dropping him off at one, and wondering where the years went.
But is he blogging yet?
Next thing, Jeff will be posting Haiku about soiled diapers …
That’s wonderful!
Now, honestly, how many pictures did you take recording this milestone?
We shall reproduce the event on video this evening, then convince ourselves we have captured the first time. That’s our plan.
Just wait till he starts slapping the keyboard when you’re trying to blog with him in your lap. My boy slaps the keyboard hard.
Then you’ll be all like,
“Dar protin wisdom radrs. I apologiz for th brokn ‘ ‘ ky, but you s, my son is bangin’ on th kyboard lik a chimpanz.”
Joe, I think you’re confusing his son with a bottle of tequila.
Ahhh, Jeff and Mrs. Protein, congratulations
And yes, I second Michele’s advice, due to, erm, uh, ahem…”experience” that will produce a lifetime of guilt. In fact, let’s change the subject…
Ahh, the onset of the many milestones of babyhood. Can’t leave him alone on the sofa anymore! The first step, the first word, we all look forward to. What blindsides us is things like the first time they learn to open screwtop lids, the first time they scale the cabinets to the forbidden top shelf, etc., the first time he shpritzes you while your changing his didie, etc. >:^)
During my time with mine, I find myself frequently murmuring a little prayer I made up: “May God bless the living, and the memory, of these days.”
That’s a nice little prayer, SI.
Everyone loves monkeys.
Its just some of those love to eat them.
But everyone loves monkeys.
Just wait until he’s up and cruising. My son could clear a coffee table with one sweep then identify the sharpest object remaining and have it in his mouth in under 5 seconds.
Hey, Sanity Inspector, I love the simplistic beauty in that sufficiently succinct little prayer.
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