What happens when you little baby decides to grow up?
First, J decides to crawl. Awe. So cute. This crawling thing. He started out scoot crawling, then went to a reluctant cross crawl. Now, in a mere 48 hours he is Speed Racer (crawling is so overrated--especially when you have yet to fully baby proof). Toys are now barricades. Or, they were. Until he decided that not only would he crawl. He would CLIMB. Over EVERYTHING. Me. Toys. Imaginary playmates. Me. As if that weren't enough. J decided to stand. STAND. OK, Law Student Hot Mama, I may count my blessings that he isn't walking like Sumo Baby . . . but, I am still ILL PREPARED. He was my cute little lump only a few weeks ago!!! Good grief! (Do NOT say he will be walking in no time. I love living in the land of denial).
He figured out to stand on his own in his crib (video will follow soon, not because you have no idea what I am talking about but so you experienced moms can LYBO at what I am about to endure--I'm too lazy to upload right now). Anyway, this wasn't the worst part actually. Crawling, Climbing, Standing Baby Boy J's mom decides to make use of her receiving blankets and tie them to the crib, fashioning a sort of bumper. So incredibly classy of me (he still ended up with a little bump or two . . . ).
Tonight was the banquet (Nice time, good food. I got a little teary. Big surprise there--I'll give more details soon . . . ). T took J to the bowling alley since we were without babysitter. J was a star and according to T he had a gaggle of bowling chicks fawning over him. Which resulted in a major snooze fest when they returned home.
I'm gonna watch Idol now and my anal retentive self will still end up doing my review. So, you die hard Idolists better read it . . .
*Pistons won. Wings tomorrow. Woo hoo!!! Do I smell a Wings/Pens match up??? Could be . . .