In a week, Peanut will be eleven months old, and he'll be one less than a month after Christmas. Until very recently, he's been a baby content to stay put for most of the day, or so we thought.
Boy, were we wrong.
First, we caught him sitting himself up, and once we saw him do it we realized he's likely been doing it for awhile - it's just that he's been waiting for us to be looking the other way to do it.
Then the scooting started. He's been a roller rather than a crawler for quite some time, because why crawl when you can roll this way and that to get to your desired destination? I was starting to worry a bit on that one, and then I caught him scooting across the living room. If I were someone who could rock a hat, I'd take my hat off to him, because the scoot is quite clever and he's quite fast, which explains how he's made it halfway across the living room when I've left the room to put laundry in the dryer. Is that one of sister's toys? Scoot-scoot-scoot. Is mama out of the room? Scoot-scoot-scoot under the tree to pull down an ornament or two and then lie down to kick the branches.
But it wasn't until he pulled the broiler drawer out of the oven while I was cleaning up the kitchen that I truly appreciated Peanut's newly revealed mobility. Tiny was a curious baby, but she was never an opener. This boy, on the other hand, is ready to pull open drawers and cabinets and so we have another level of baby proofing to do for our boy who is on the cusp of toddlerhood.