On Thursday evening, November 11, 2010, Victor decided it was time to start crawling forwards.
This, of course, means nearly everything I’ve learnt about raising a child over the past eleven months is out the window.
I tried changing his diaper this morning, thankfully it was just a big sack of pee because a naked newly-crawling baby would make a great wall-painting device… if you wanted everything brown.
Up until this morning, when I changed Victor’s diaper he’d mostly talk to me and flap his arms around. Suddenly Victor is now a 25lb angry poo-badger who hates laying around on his back.
YouTube Warning: video of 25lb angry poo-badger is cute and heartwarming.
Anytime I let go of his legs, to grab a wipe or his new diaper, he flipped over onto his stomach, got his legs locked into position, and started crawling away from me. The entire process takes him less than a second, so I know he’s been practising.
Until today I’ve done most of his changes on my bed, while he’s laying on a plastic changing blanket. But now I’ll have to find a new change station because, watching him and his bare ass rolling around on my sheets today, it’ll be years before I let him back on my bed.
Maybe I’ll just change him in the bathtub from now on, and maybe use a hose.
Everything’s different now. I guess I’ll have to get some fencing for the apartment.
Victor also turned eleven-months old today. I thought it was just a cliché, but they really do grow up fast. Only another few weeks until he’s one-year old, then a few more months until we start looking for his own apartment.
Photo Of Victor’s Week: