Somebody is crawling.
In know, I know, being that he is nine months old he should be, right? But also being that he is dragged in and out of the car almost every single day of the week and lugged in the Ergo carrier only to get home and be waited on by Big Brothers, this guy has had no real need to crawl. One “Ah” or “Er” and a circumspect object is easily rendered into the small hands of this doted upon little one. Big Brothers are at the beck and call. But in the absence of said Big Brothers this past weekend, Chunk took it upon himself to become mobile.
He is so proud of himself.
And of course we must see it in action right?
“Who Me?”
Thinking about it, while blowing bubbles and raspberries.
The lean to.
This little guy is too quick for me. 
Five second break.
The “get-the- camera-out-of-my-face” look.
The reach.
The diversion.
The giggle at the reflection.
And lastly, the “I-did-it-Mom!”
But the fun doesn’t stop their my friends. Oh no. When Big Brothers are gone and if your gonna go, you might as well GO BIG. This guy also decided to start pulling himself up in his crib. On. the. same. day. When he awoke from his nap, and I heard the blinds swinging back and forth, I knew exactly what was going on. So grab the camera, I did.
Again, a step by step recap:
CAUGHT.
Change lighting on camera, cue again.
Reach for blinds.
Peek outside.
Say “Hi” to doggies.
And the “You-can-not-be-serious? You’re-gonna-drop-my-crib-already” look.
Yes we are my Sweetest.
And I’m sad too.
This is the last time Mr. Dunbar had to drop the crib. I wanted to cry. The baby-ness, is almost all over. The Itty-Bitty snuggles and cries and gurgles, its almost all coming to an end over here in the Dunbar home… forever. So much of me is happy and ready to be done with all things Baby, but there is that part that knows, its coming to a close. This chapter in our lives will be placed with all of the other “past” memories and I will never be able to “live” them again.
So I am soaking it up, all of it. And trying to capture each and every coo and grin and small accomplishment. Savoring the smell of Johnson’s Baby Lotion. Laughing at jarred peas being spit back out all over the place. Cheering on each milestone. And enjoying each second of my time with this little guy.
~mrs. dunbar
PS When did I ever become such a sap?
