he must have missed the memo

This is the face of a now-mobile baby. Not mobile in the crawling on hands and knees kind of way, but in more of a commando, enroll-him-in-basic-training kind of way. As Miller put it, he looks like an inchworm.

I love it when my kids can't go anywhere. That glorious stage where you plop them down in a pile of toys, and they sit there in one spot while you throw in some laundry, unload the dishwasher, or help someone else use the potty. (You know, all of the fun and extra exciting jobs you get as a stay-at-home-mom.) Unfortunately, that stage is over for me, and at 9 1/2 months he is everywhere and into everything, attracting lots of lint and dog hair as he goes. If nothing else, having a baby who scoots everywhere on his belly confirms the type of housekeeper you are. And with 3 kids and a very hairy dog, I'm not too proud to say what this child's shirts look like when I pick him up from one of his adventures.

And did I mention that he scooted himself right off our extra high bed right onto the hardwood floor a few weeks ago? If you'd like any details on that, feel free to contact my dear husband, who LET IT HAPPEN WHILE I WAS MAKING OUR OTHER TWO CHILDREN BREAKFAST. Believe me, there are no words to descibe the feeling I got in my stomach when I heard a THUMP! followed by my sweet precious crying baby.

On an unrelated side note, don't his lips look super kissable here? Mark may let our kids fall off the bed, but his lip genes ROCK!