Dog Biscuits Are For Dogs

Dog Biscuits Are For Dogs,
and not for babies!

You know that old saying, “you’ve got to crawl before you can walk”?

Well I can tell you first hand, it’s actually true and I’ve found myself saying it a lot lately. That and, “just take some baby steps, you know, stepping-stones… slow and steady wins the race!”

Why have I been hauling out these old clichés you may ask? Because, guess what, wait for it…

Baby Viv has finally started to crawl and teeter around on gingerly placed tip-toes. Hooray! She’s got a bit of a wonky-donkey, I’ve-had-one-too-many-red-wines-and-now-I’m-stumbling-over type thing going on with her legs, but man can she get some speed. Everybody look out, we have a runner on our hands!

This is truly a great thing. I’m excited for her. She’s finally found some freedom and renewed opportunity to explore the world around her; and from her own vantage point too. However, what’s not great? Is that with her new skill of crawling around on hands and knees means that I must acquaint myself once again with the same. I now find myself chasing after pudgy little baby legs. Adorable little pudgy legs yes. But also the same little pudgy legs that can now get themselves into the laundry to eat the dog biscuits. Yes, not kidding.

So it’s time to change things up a little bit, time to view the world from Baby Viv’s perspective…

“Oh no you don’t, don’t crawl that way, there’s a light switch over there!”

“Oh no you don’t, don’t crawl under the Christmas tree, you’ll be covered in glittery baubles and disappear!”

“No don’t crawl that after the cat. And whatever you do, don’t pull her tail.. she’ll get frustrated and take a swip)!”

“Oh no you don’t, quick, close the door! Viv is on a crawling mission to escape!”

Yep, that’s right. Baby proofing is happening at the moment. And with the rest of the munchkins back at school today, it’s an excuse to undergo some much-needed late summer cleaning.

On the To-Do list first:

• get a baby gate for the stairs, and
• secure that thing good!

Actually, you know what, that’ll have to come later. Right now I’ve got a Baby Viv sitting in the dog’s water bowl looking at the doggie biscuits with a dangerous glint in her eye! Catch you later.

That face!
Baby Viv, 9 months

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>>> When did you little one first start to walk? Were you baby-proofed and ready?