I posted this picture to Instagram a couple days ago, but I'm reusing it here because it's now the last-known photo of Ike without a ring of multi-colored bruises across his forehead. Which I'm guessing he'll be sporting for the next few months, at least. Oh my GOD, this child.
Last Thursday he started crawling on his hands and knees, pulling to a stand, making shaky (and mostly unsuccessful) attempts at cruising around the furniture, doing a combo wave/sign-for-milk thing with his hand and mimicking the words "kick kick kick" while, uh, kicking.
And I do mean, literally, Thursday. All of that. BOOM. I hadn't even lowered the crib mattress yet. I woke up with a little helpless baby and like, five hours later was the proud parent of a full-blown crazy person. Who is hellbent on injuring himself and/or eating random pieces of Scotch Tape he finds on the floor.
(Also: Mushrooms. Very big fan of sauteed mushrooms. Not such a fan of chewing the mushrooms, however, so every diaper change is like SURPRISE MISE EN PLACE!)
(That was gross and unnecessary, I'm sorry. It's just that Ike didn't seem to appreciate the cleverness of the mise en place joke and I guess I got a little huffy about getting the humor side-eye from someone whose butt I was currently wiping, and thus decided to inflict that terrible visual on y'all for validation purposes. Perhaps I'll try to work it into tomorrow's Top Chef recap as well. MOMMYBLOGGERS BE TALKING 'BOUT POOP ALL THE TIME YOU KNOW IT.)
(I could delete it, yes, but I'd have to come up with a better closing for this entry but Ezra just came out of his room wearing only his underwear and COVERED in ballpoint pen because LOOK I'M A TREASURE MAP, MOMMY. And indeed, there's an X on his belly and apparently some kind of sea monster on his left leg.)
(Seriously, where are my children getting their hands on all these stray office supplies, when I cannot find tape or pens or a goddamn paperclip to save my life? Jesus. Next time I feel the need to label some file folders I'm just gonna check everybody's pants first and go from there.)