He waited exactly one day after turning 7 months to start army crawling. It’s this hilarious maneuver where he sticks his tush up in the air, wiggles it from side to side, and once he has enough momentum, drags himself across the floor with his arms. He only moves about six inches, but that’s plenty of mobility to say, grab the cat or dog, a charging cord — or if we’re lucky — a sanctioned and approved toy on his play mat. Of course with this monumental achievement came the regular I’m-not-going-to-sleep-because-this-is-awesome-let’s-party routine at 2 a.m. for a few nights. Everyone made it though. In some cases (me), just barely.
Army crawling and balancing on all fours. It’s about to get real.
The best part? I was home to see it. I seriously saw it first. Yes, I was sleep deprived and barely hanging on, but I saw my boy discover the freedom of movement. I witnessed the pride on his face when the water bottle that had been eluding him for months was finally something he could get ahold of all by himself. And I loved it.
In other words, working part time is so far pretty awesome.
Regarding the job, I know it’s only been two weeks, but I friggin’ love it. I’m on a small team, which means I get to do everything tip to tail with very few layers of approval. Plus, I get to help start their social media program from scratch, which is always exciting. But almost as exciting as the job was the fact that I almost got to pump with Peanut.
See, one of the therapies they do at Mount Saint Vincent is animal-assisted therapy. They have dogs visit, go to a ranch to learn how to ride horses, and they have a guinea pig that lives there named Peanut. Peanut hangs out in a room by himself on the 2nd floor of the main building. The kids come by a few times a day to feed him snacks and say hey, but for the most part it’s pretty vacant. But for a brief moment, Peanut almost had the opportunity to get the show of his life and a little company from yours truly three times a day.
The staff had been on a building wide hunt for most of the morning on my first day trying to find a space with a door that locked where I could pump. I share an office, so as cool as it is to kick my officemate out so I can have some oh-so-awkward workplace naked time, they figured I might want a different space to conduct my business. And the first location that came to mind was Peanut’s house. Sadly, my weekly column that was going to be known as “Pumping with Peanut,” will never see the light of day. They found me a supply closet two doors down from Peanut where I could pump. And I have to say, I’m a little disappointed. “Pumping in the supply closet” just doesn’t have the same appeal. Oh well. The pump probably would have given Peanut a heart attack anyway.
In conclusion, here is one more adorable photo of E. Because I’m at home more and I take boatloads of photos. So there.
Looking dapper in our Kennedy sweater.
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