Mobility changes everything. A mobile baby is a filthy baby, covered in floor funk and cat fur. A mobile baby is also a bruised, dinged-up, wailing baby. Mobile babies have tired parents with debilitating lower back pain from holding tiny fingers while very busy little people run all over the house.
Griffin's new gig is walking. If he is not walking, he is really angry. He HATES not walking. Not walking makes Griffin scream. Have I mentioned that he can't walk by himself? Jake and I are stooped and gnarled like witches from Grimm's now that the baby demands constant walking. Griffin's not much better. Now that he is constantly pulling himself up on things, mobbing furniture and cruising the coffee table, he keeps falling down and bumping his melon. Griffin's head looks like a late season apricot- it's fuzzy, peachy, and covered in tiny bruises, bumps and scratches.
Is he going anywhere in particular?
Not at all. He just likes to check out the scene- he walks into a room, looks around, pivots, walks out, goes into the hall, checks out the baby in the mirror, head butts him, pivots, goes into the closet, chews a scarf, pivots, walks outside, stomps on crunchy leaves, pivots....
Griffin is a Sagittarius, it's not about the destination, it's the adventure you have on the way that counts.
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