On the Move

This weekend, M'hijo really started moving in earnest.  Before, he could move across a room, sure, if you gave him half an hour to do it.  But on Saturday morning, he saw something he wanted on the other side of the living room, and was there in about fifteen seconds.  He doesn't crawl exactly, but instead uses a foot and two arms to push himself along.  The other leg stays folded underneath him.  Bit of a burden really; he'd do better with just the one leg. 

So, Saturday afternoon we went out and got a gate for the stairs, and on Sunday we did a good clean of most of the house.  Still, there are a few things we didn't count on.  For example, we didn't count on him scooting across the kitchen floor while no one was watching and downing half a bowl of Friskas before I found him.

Still, I think if I remember to close the doors to the bedrooms, the study and the bathroom, and start putting the cat's bowl on top of the dishwasher when she's not actually eating, and remember to replace the outlet covers when I unplug something from an electrical socket, and hound Sahsez to pick up all the little tiny pieces of Playmobil after she plays, and keep the baby gate intact, and close all the kitchen cupboards firmly, we should be okay.

What makes it so worth it is seeing how proud he is of himself.  He's been even more cheerful than usual since he became his own man.