A Portrait of my son, once a week, every week, in 2015.
While we were at Scofield Reservoir you mustered up the motivation to crawl forward. Not around in circles, not backwards, or sideways, but forward! There were so many things you wanted to grab and feel that you were all about trying to get around. You are digging your new found independence and we can’t turn our backs for even a moment or you are getting into cords, putting dog bones in your mouth and grabbing kitty ears and tails.
You are Mr. ‘Grab Everything When Mom’s back is Turned and See How it Tastes.’ It’s terrifying what I’ve found in those chubby little hands and it’s been less than a week. ? I think life just got infinitely harder.