This little guy can climb and crawl. He goes up stairs and down
stairs. In fact, I visited our CPA to finish our taxes, and the first
thing Jax spotted while we waited in the lobby, was a flight of stairs.
He went up and down several times before our appointment began and I
had to break up all the fun.
When he's in bed with us,
he will crawl over any body part or heap of pillows/covers that stands
in his way. I did the same at his age, so much that my parents
nicknamed me, "Tractor Joy."
One afternoon I needed to
latch his car seat into my car after moving it between cars, so I set
him on the driveway next to me to explore the garden while I worked.
Instead of exploring the garden, he crawled into the car. I turned
around shocked to see him clambering into the passenger seat, then
across into the driver's seat.
He can't get out of his crib. Yet. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that one waits a while.
That's the reason he's upset in this photo. He's trying to get down out of my arms to crawl and play outside. I'm laughing because he cracks me up. Outfit photos are about to get a bit more complicated.
