really quality crawling footage

He's bookin' now...

The Happy Yakker

Pooklet had his 9-month check-up today and all systems are normal. Hard to believe that his girth only puts him in the 60th percentile for weight. He's 21lbs and 29 1/2 inches.

The reason for this post, though, is really the comedy that played out on our bedroom floor this evening. Shortly before bedtime, and a few hours after downing a container of sweet potatoes, pooklet was laying on his stomach and playing with one of his new favorites, the doorstop. Not the wedge, but the coil that goes BOINNNNG! So, pooklet is batting at that until a couple coughs alert us to an incoming (rather, outgoing) vomit. A vomit of enormous proportions is expelled on the carpet to our dismay. Not one second after it's expelled, though, does he casually return to BOINNNG... BOINNG...

He's crawling!

By keeping a desired object just out of his reach, we coaxed him into a purposeful crawl, for about a foot, on Saturday!

But the more delightful footage is of him laughing at the cat. Notice him producing and then stashing again his prize from the incentive-crawl challenge.



and here's a photo of his delight...

Pooklet has filled up our Picasa cache

One of the joys of technology is rotating desktop images. Pooklet in both real-life and flat screen versions makes me grin ear-to-ear, so enthralled am I with his cuteness.

One of the joys of the weekend is that I get to contribute to my neglected blog.
We've recently reached the max capacity on our picasa site, and we're too cheap to pay, so maybe I'll use this as our forum for weekly pooklet photos. Yeah. And maybe I'm a Chinese jet pilot.

Since I have the time, I thought I'd mark some things for the Annals of Pooklet:

- The Pulsating Pooklet
We noticed the soft spot on his head throbbing the other day, for no particular reason. I figure it's because the blood is so close to the surface on the top of the head that it might've been just coursing overtime, causing a pulsating pooklet.

- Pooklet Press-ups
Pooklet seems to like it when I bench press him. He giggles, which delights me to no end, and gives me more than a little bit of toning, I'm sure, given the weight in his giant thighs alone.

- We gave him ground lamb today, and videotaped him making faces at the apparently horrible taste it left. Stay tuned on "Vomit Watch" for updates.

In lieu of actual words

Isaac's been making motorboat sounds lately.


But they turn to giggles when I nibble his sides (I discovered this this morning).

I laughed, I cried - The BiPolar Bear

Wednesdays, I jog-stroll the pooklet home from the health club where Pookie teaches spin, and right when we got home, pooklet started crying. The first thing that came to mind was something the wifey said yesterday about this being the age when he might feel separation anxiety whenever mama bear is absent.

still cute as always, though. "mmm mm… Meb?" he whimpered.

and then, after he was put down (on a crib mattress inclined to drain his congested nose) and given Boynton the stuffed pig, he started alternating squeezing Boynton's ear and snout, and grabbing my nose (which was sticking in through the crib bars). I wonder what he was assessing ("Squishy... not so squishy... squishy...").

Then, he began waving both arms at me, so I waved back and he smiled, and we took turns doing this for a little bit, until he changed it up with arms in opposition, kinda like he was doing The Monkey.

Now he's crying hysterically again.

Meb.