Connor started crawling two weeks ago, and now, he tools around everywhere. Getting into everything. Grabbing. Touching. Inflicting no small amount of anxiety on our cats. He hasn’t caught Jordi or Molly yet, but it’s just a matter of time before he sneaks up on one of them while they’re sleeping. Molly was sleeping peacefully when a baby hand touched her tail. She bolted with maximum haste.
Our house now features numerous barriers. A gate going into the kitchen. A crib blocking this route, boxes here and there, my accordion in yet another place. All to impede mobility.
The little guy continues to change our lives. I’m not sure I’m all that crazy about this crawling stuff. When he just laid in one place, flopping arms and legs but going nowhere–yes, those were the good ol’ days. Days now gone forever.
