One other new item to our small house is something I call "baby jail" a.k.a. the Pack N Play (phase 2). Gone are the mornings that Sam can rock in his bouncy seat or lay on the floor playing with a toy as his mother dozes on the couch for a few more moments of precious sleep. Wasn't I shocked the morning I nodded out for a few moments and awoke to see my precious angel with his father's copy of Entourage in his mouth? No Sam, put the DVD down...I'm not even allowed to borrow daddy's stuff. Okay, one more lick, but if he asks...I'm totally blaming it on you. Come to think of it, if anyone asks, the reason I haven't dusted, de-cluttered, laundered, cooked, showered or even looked in the mirror today are all your fault too.
In addition to all the "new" things happening, Sam has officially begun crawling. Why is it, by the way, that babies fixate on the one or two things in a room you don't want them to have? I could hire a petting zoo to come into my living room to entertain Sam and he would still go for the remote control...what is that about? Gosh they learn to want what they can't have fast don't they?