Woog has spent the last few weeks developing his Big Boy crawl and breakdancing skills... in the midst of his ability-building, he has sprouted 4 new teeth! Poor boy isn't quite sure what is going on with his mouth, except to say that it drools profusely and biting on things helps. Last week he got Big Daddy on the tummy. Yeeeouch.
Looking something like a slobbery piranha continues to fine-tune his waving (everything in the World of Woog is deserving of a hello... the trees, the dogs, the green beans he's eating for dinner... everything.) Woog has learned that not only is it fun to stand and dance and crawl, but climbing is great too! He practices by using the kitchen table chairs like an obstacle course...lumbering over each chair rung- until he arrives back at his starting point. Waving and smiling, he knows he's accomplished something. It won't be long until we are forced to duct tape him to the wall.
We've layed plans to begin work on the playroom...He'll have free reign of what would have been our formal dining room. Chalk wall, toys, bean bags and more...I think he'll enjoy it. I think I will too. ;)
In the meantime, we are steadily progressing- the next D Day looming like a giant belly (wait, it IS a giant belly)- towards some sort of organization. ** Where the hell are the car keys?** And as I continue to forget simple things like ATM pins and how to wash my hair, I know the forced planning will only help in the long run.
*Sigh*
Happy New Year.
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