My Mobile Baby

It's been a busy number of weeks in the B household; and by busy, I pretty much mean horrible. You know your criteria for a successful day has been drastically altered when it shifts to simply avoiding personal harm to any of your immediate family. And before anyone is worried, no one has been hurt - but everything little, and no so little, has all seemed to go wrong at the same time

This past week was Cornell's Spring Break, which did at least gave us more time to deal with some of our problems. And it did have a very nice beginning with a visit from my parents! We also had more time to relax together with Alistair. Baby is much more mobile these days, and it seems, hellbent on destruction. As I began writing this post, he decided it was time to rip every book off the bookshelf. Thucydides barely survived being torn to shreds and subsequently digested. Yesterday he managed to get his hand into the side of the computer and pull out the cable for the power button, leaving us convinced he had magic computer-destroying capabilities, until we realized what had happened. He has also destroyed several of his own board books, some of my old school books, addressed envelopes, and left some good dents/scratched in the furniture with some of his many teeth. He now has (at least cut), all of his lateral incisors and 3 of his central incisors, and it reeeeaally looks like the canines are about to cut way ahead of schedule.

Oh, and for all his mobility, Alistair cannot crawl. I can't imagine what a terror he'll be then; for now, he gets along so well rolling and scooting he doesn't seem motivated to try.

He absolutely loves to eat, and he gets really upset if he doesn't get to share whatever mommy's having (I'm mostly a ninja diner now). Alistair is also very sensitive, and can't hold back the tears at the first few notes of a blues song (he totally lost it last night with "I'll be Home for Christmas.")

And even though this blog is mostly dedicated to baby ramblings, as a last little blurb, my hubby continues to surprise me. A few days ago I came out into the living room to see him light two candles in front of our TV (which doubles as our "computer monitor,") and then magically use a wii remote to control the mouse. Apparently he'd written some sort of script that allowed him to use the candles in place of a sensor bar.

In closing, here are two new pictures of Alistair from my parent's last visit. Both feature items knit by my mother.