May 4, 2007

• Don’t Move!

  My boys are about to crawl. You can read it in their body language, and in the frantic excitement on their faces when they see something just out of reach. William rolls himself until he’s almost there, then gets on his hands and knees and launches himself forward, skidding on his belly like a plane landing without it’s wheels. Sometimes, he actually crawls a step or two before the crash landing.

  William

  Stephen sees a goal and scoots himself madly backwards until he’s stuck.

  Stephen

  Thus the need for the crib bumpers I just bought. I had hoped to get by without them, but no such luck. I bought flexible, breathable bumpers that the boys can pull down if they want to see each other–or me.

  William

  Since I sit at my computer beside their cribs when I work, they spend their crib playtime alternately checking out their toys and making eyes at me.

  

  With the new bumpers, Stephen has found the one crack through which he can see me. He watches me intently until I look up and he catches my eye–then he giggles.

  Stephen

  Thing is, I wish they wouldn’t crawl. I need them to stay immobile forever. I need them to never see the granola crumbs AK leaves on the rug, so they will never use their little fingers to pick them up and eat them. I need them to not climb on my furniture, or eat the stuffing out of my decorative pillows. I need their little heads to avoid bruises from the sharp corners of my side tables. I need a little fairy dust so my snuggly, huggy babies will be Peter Pan forever–always mine. Always happy to see me walk into the room, pick them up, and kiss them all over.

  But alas. Next week I’ll probably gate off the living room and let them have at it. It’s going to be a crazy ride, but I’m going to cherish every minute of it. Until those dimples get covered by peach fuzz. Then I’m going to panic.

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