Max is now extremely comfortable with the fine art of crawling. Far too much so, in fact, if you ask the cats. He can make a lap around the couch in fifteen seconds flat. He can be across the kitchen and elbow-deep in the cats' water dish in the blink of an eye. He can leap over small obstacles in a single bound (or a single mad scramble that often ends in a face-plant, for the literal among us), however cleverly that obstacle has been designed or constructed to impede him. There is only one frontier that Max still struggles with . . .
. . . crossing the threshold from the living room to the kitchen. He doesn't mind crawling on the carpet, he doesn't mind crawling on the kitchen tiles, but he dislikes transitioning between the two. So deep is his desire to make mischief in every crevice of the house that he does brave the journey. As a precautionary measure, however, he always lifts his knees off the ground during the crossing, and spider-walks into the kitchen on tiptoe and fingertip. He looks like a tiny human bridge.
Hmm. I wonder if these contraptions would help me walk. Nah, they're probably just for chewing on.
Max is now extremely comfortable with the fine art of crawling. Far too much so, in fact, if you ask the cats. He can make a lap around the couch in fifteen seconds flat. He can be across the kitchen and elbow-deep in the cats' water dish in the blink of an eye. He can leap over small obstacles in a single bound (or a single mad scramble that often ends in a face-plant, for the literal among us), however cleverly that obstacle has been designed or constructed to impede him. There is only one frontier that Max still struggles with . . .
. . . crossing the threshold from the living room to the kitchen. He doesn't mind crawling on the carpet, he doesn't mind crawling on the kitchen tiles, but he dislikes transitioning between the two. So deep is his desire to make mischief in every crevice of the house that he does brave the journey. As a precautionary measure, however, he always lifts his knees off the ground during the crossing, and spider-walks into the kitchen on tiptoe and fingertip. He looks like a tiny human bridge.
Hmm. I wonder if these contraptions would help me walk. Nah, they're probably just for chewing on.
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Our son is becomeing rather idiosyncratic in his old age... but this trait I think he gets from you? Don't you also hate transitioning from carpet to tile?
another 'Baby Human' episode comes to mind... it's pretty normal for babies to regard those transitions with caution as they become "experienced" crawlers
he is learning that both surfaces have different properties, but may not know the layout of the house just yet so every time he comes across a new surface it is actually kinda new
on the show they had new crawling babies barreling over optical illusions that showed a transition that was basically to thin air, the experienced ones would actually look down at every new surface and test it for stability
Maybe he has learned that if you place your knees on such 'transitions', you can cut them on carpet tacks or sharp linoleum edges. That is why I took up walking myself - to avoid those knee scrapes.
A question, Chelsa: do your flip flops smell like salad vinaigrette like my wife's? If so, you should keep them away from your son ...
Mike, he may not know the layout of the house, but he knows and remembers where the forbidden items are. His new obsession -- the cats' water dish. This replaces his former obsession -- the green light-up button on the xbox, which only ended when Ian removed the xbox to parts unknown.
Justin -- why do Annie's shoes smell like vinagrette? Mine mostly smell like baby drool.
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