The Creature Crawling

I wouldn't call it pretty. I wouldn't call it graceful. But I'd call it crawling. 

Ez is learning to creep/shimmy/lurch his way across the floor in pursuit of a toy ... or, as pictured below, a crusty used nursing pad. It is a thing to behold. He's still pretty clunky, but it gets more coordinated every day. This must be, for him, a colossal change in his relationship with the world. Now all the sudden he can move in the direction of stuff he wants ... if he sees something across the room, no longer must he just reach pathetically off into thin air -- he can go get that mother. 

Of course, we're terribly happy about this now. We might feel differently in a few weeks. Ez is such a crazy active kid: he's constantly squirming and groping and gesticulating. We can just tell he's going to be a maniac crawler and get into everything. Oh, ask us how far we are on baby-proofing the house. (How far along are you?)  We have not begun! The house is littered with tacks and used needles and lengths of barbed wire. Soooo .... we probably should take care of that. 

Another consequence of Ezra's high-energy nature is that it's made diaper-changing and clothing him an extreme challenge. We're often forced to double-team him in order to keep him subdued. I know I (Gabe) was a hyper kid, and I fear we're really in for it. Also, we've had some fairly dramatic backsliding on the sleep front. I'll refrain from writing much about that now, as it will only depress me. 

Over the weekend we dropped in for a quick visit to Canton, where my parents and various Spitzer family friends generously feted us in honor of our coming nuptials. It was a lovely weekend, though far too short. Ezra took his third plane ride -- luckily it was just about 45 minutes long each way. Travel may get more challenging as time wears on. 

Tomorrow, Ezra will be 8 months old. I hardly remember life before he was here. 

Much love, 

Gabe, Ash and Ez