I'm Jack Washburn and I Approved This Posting

It has happened at last, the boy is crawling. For awhile we wondered if he would ever actually crawl as he was incredibly adept at moving through the house by a curious combination of rolling and scooching on his stomach. But last week he finally put it all together and crawled. The timing couldn't have been better. My parents arrived for a visit about 2 days after the crawling began so Jack was able to show off his new skills to the most adoring audience a boy could ask for. Of course during the visit he didn't get a chance to practise that much as he was almost always happily perched in a grandparents' arms, being proudly pushed through town in the stroller, or sitting on a lap while swinging in the park. Now that the grandparents have left however, Jack is busy cruising around the house finding all the exposed wires, hard corners, and dangerous heater grates. Looks like we'll be spending the weekend baby-proofing what we can in the death-trap we call home.

The Poop

I never wanted to become one of those moms. You know the ones - you are enjoying a nice outing talking about the latest article in the Times when for no reason the mom at the table brings up her baby's latest accomplishment, poop. The conversation stops, smiles become strained, the whole grain mustard on your sandwich becomes totally unappetizing, the outing is over. While I haven't really become that mom I know that I'm on the verge. Strangly Jack's poops, their frequency, consistancy, color, have become big news in our house. When Dan comes home from work I quickly inform him about the day's poop before we even get into the real events of the day. So far we have managed to keep the poop talk confined to our house but it has come close to slipping out at times. I'll just have to remain vigilant. Of course, I think that this blog posting may have just turned me into one of those moms . . .