Caged, Like Some Kinda Wild Animal

He's become increasingly mobile. He can crawl at high speeds now (although his crawling style can still be best described as "drunk tarantula") and a few days ago he pulled himself up into a standing position. We can no longer place him in a safe location someplace with a toy or a bottle and expect him to stay put. On the contrary, when he's put down, he seems to be compelled to crawl toward the nearest breakable or dangerous item in sight. In a room filled with 98 fun and colorful new toys, one expensive and breakable Faberge egg, and one venomous rattlesnake, he would climb over the toys in order to grab the snake and use it as a bullwhip to destroy the Faberge egg.

So we have cordoned off our former "dining" room (number of times "dined" in: two) with baby gates to create a place to dump him while I use the bathroom and to protect the breakable items in our house. Er, I mean, to create a safe, carpeted, and fun environment for him to play and learn in.



We put all of his toys in there and he can play with whatever he wants. He especially likes his brightly-colored electronic button-pushy-flashy-light-sing-songs-musical busy boxes (one from Grandparents Grimm and the other from the McCormick's...thanks!). He calls them his "iPads". He sometimes works on both at once.



"How do you get the Internet on these things?"



No cage will hold him for long.