Kilroy wuz here
Do you know the gnome?
That age when the butt balancing, post supine human in your house starts to do all those normal things we take for granted. It's here. I have a three-foot tall person with no hair and poopy pants who can stand! He spends minutes on end pulling himself up and smiling just prior to the crash. He can be propped up with an assortment of toys and work for like 20 minutes. Behold the joys of drawer emptying. Ahh the industry of six months of development.
When I go to the crib now it is not just in response to a shaking crib and calling baby. Two eyes peek over, two hands and a nose.
Yep. The Gnome has Arrived. I love this stage. Kilroy is here.
Have great weekends, all.
ps... is it tacky p-man will officially learn this milestone has been reached by checking the blog?
UPDATED TO CORRECT: ERGH -- my mistake to report him as three feet, of course he's closer to two feet. I will indulge in blaming the metric system this time rather than the fact I suck at any kind of spatial reasoning.
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posted by mo-wo at 10:56 a.m.
10 Comments:
Three feet tall? I'm having a hard time imagining this. Ada is huge and she's only 33 inches (at 1.5 years).
Still getting over your monster baby. What a big kid! No wonder he's pulling the "Kilroy". He's getting ready to propel himself out of the crib and parachute down to the floor when your back is turned.
Of course that is a exaggeration/mistake. Sheesh. He was 64 centimeters at his last check up so he is actually much closer to two feet.
Gawd. I forget (deny) how small they are at this age. He's just cut tooth #3 and likes to say Da, uh-da, da, tha'.
Sorry for the error in reporting
Congrats on the new development! Now, look out!
I wondered at three feet and then read the update.
He's in about the same place as my newest grandchild who is now doing his version of crawling. His mom says he looks like an inchworm.
I love that nose over the crib look.
Awww, I love when they peek over things. Those big curious eyes! Such a fun stage.
Phew, I was getting worried you were building the canadian master race up there.
Oh NL there is a Canadian master race up here... but you would be right to doubt we are a part of it.
three feet, two feet - gnomishly adorable either way.
(and - a measure of how innumerate I am that I didn't give a second thought to the 3 foot six-month old.)
Hurrah on the moment of triumph! Next comes walking, then, amazingly soon thereafter, running. And running and running and running and running...
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