Behold. The evolution of a spawn.
You've gotten this far and managed to keep the kid alive & your sanity somewhat intact. What could possibly be next?
Walking.
And it's the worst part.
Not necessarily the walking is the worst. It's a huge milestone and you can look forward to not having to lug a monkey on your hip as often. The stage that kiddies go through right BEFORE the walking... That's what I'm talking about.
They can pull themselves up onto just about anything. Your table with the glass vase, watch it. The toilet, ugh, just keep the door closed. The oven, I don't think I need to go into any more detail.
My little guy's current favorite past time is pulling himself into a stance on the dryer, and smacking the shit out of it until I feel like it may smack him back.
"Look at all of these toys you have! Why do you choose to play with the dryer?"
It's really fun to watch them learn new things and grow day by day. But sometimes, I feel the sudden urge to wrap the little demon in bubble wrap because of the constant falls and head bumps.
