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Art and his really Great Aunt Deb.

 

 

(That's an outlet cover covering Art's inlet.)

This past weekend Art went to the Minnesota Zoo with Auntie Em, Uncle Mike, Grandma Adria and his own mom, Me! I didn't get any pictures of him communing with nature, but there is a picture of him with his wild Uncle Mike in the cafeteria. The next day Ben and I took Art to IKEA so I could get some organizational items. Here we all are playing in the balls. Finally, today my friend Deanna and I went for a walk near the creek and Art found a leaf that he had fun inspecting and trying to eat. I'm being sent to bed now. I have a new curfew. My husband/meanie mate is going to close the computer if I don't go to bed NOW!

 

Art just eeked his way from one end of the couch to the other while standing up and holding onto the edge of the cushions. This act is called cruising. He did it very well. Then I pulled a small piece of soggy magazine out of his mouth.

The other night Art and Ben were taking a bath and I came up the stairs to hear Ben say, "He's never been so splashy!" The bathroom floors was all wet and Art was happier than a clam, splash, splash, splashing. Splashiest ever according to Ben. Art loves his bath!

we woke up this morning and Art was crawling. Here's a short video of his first journey across the living room rug.

He figured it out! He has officially crawled! It's a little sloppy - he goes on his knees, takes a knee step, gets on his feet with butt in the air for a step, back to his knees, rocks back and forth for a while, back to the feet, on the belly, another step... But each time he's tried it since this morning he's simplified the process a little more. Mobile baby!

We like to let Art go diaper-free once in a while so his bum can "air out". Looks like it would feel good, doesn't it? (By the way, those weeds in the background have since been removed. In the meantime, kindly pretend they are beautiful roses or something. Thank you.)

Yesterday I set Art down on the rug in the T.V. room, walked 15 feet to bedroom laundry basket and by the time I had returned he had pulled himself onto the couch. It was like a magic trick or something! Right now I have one eye on him because he is desperately trying to get himself closer to a nearby chair, undoubtedly to pull himself up on it, too. He is SO close to figuring out how to crawl, but he just can't do it yet.