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About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

When everyone else is fat and slow, why buck the trend?

At the ripe age of one year, one month and one day Junior has discovered that his body can be used for locomotion. He has actually crawled! It's not a fierce crawl; it kind of reminds me of how a tired, geriatric mermaid might look dragging herself across a beach. But it's a crawl.

I think it may be the cats' fault. I mean, if you were on all fours and looking to other four-legged creatures for inspiration and said inspiration moved three inches at 0.000005 miles an hour, then lay down due to fatigue, I guess you'd think that's how things are supposed to work.

The best part? Charles and I saw it first! I feel vindicated (somewhat).


Mekhismom said...

This is too funny. You little one will get the hang of it and the watch out - here comes trouble!

Peanut said...

Ha! My nephew is just learning how to crawl and "geriatric mermaid ... dragging herself across a beach" is the most hilariously perfect description.