October 2006 Archives

Took the heavyweight trick or treating for the first time in his life tonight. For those of you under 3 feet tall and 25 pounds and looking to score with the ladies, you can't go wrong with a Yoda costume. JBM had a female pirate, a barmaid and an Elvis impersonatrix drooling at his feet when he strolled by. Nothing like being short and wise, let me tell you.

One down, 31 to go. Let the good times roll.

See the happy boy above? Are you asking yourself: "Self, why would one who poops in his own pants be so darn happy"? Well, the answer you are looking for is skooching. (And don't go using Google to find the definition for that word because this is a G-rated blog). Basically, skooching is propelling yourself across a surface (usually a floor) on your belly using a combination pulling of the hands and the pushing of the legs.

While not the most efficient method of locomotion, it does get one certain seven month old closer to various and sundry objects in Grandma Susan's house (where he refined his skooching technique). Here is a small sampling of strange things that JBM has put in his mouth the past copuple of days (with nary a raised eyebrow from Mom and Dad): low hanging tablecloths, dust bunnies, speaker wires, electrical cords and small dogs. It's a whole new world here people. JBM is on the move people. Everybody do the skooch!

For those of you keeping track at home, JBM turned 7 months old today. And to celebrate he decided to cut a few teeth. Right now, dento-military analysts are saying he has two lower teeth staging a frontal assault on his gums. He's attempting to repulse the invaders with a barrage of fussiness and crankiness. It's not having much effect on the teeth but it is driving Mommy and Daddy around the bend.