Ok, so maybe the title of this blog entry is a little overkill, but Jack is on the move! Look out pets! Look out Brook! Garbage cans beware. The boy is on the move.
I love it. He is so funny as he scoots around the house looking for things to conquer. I am so glad we have such an easy-going dog. Jack will be pulling Sam's ear off or grabbing her wiskers with his sticky little hands and she waits for an opportune moment to get up and leave without knocking him over. (he likes to lay across her and drool) Sometimes if she wants him to back off she'll give him one good lick him from chin to forehead. He always giggles. Yuck.
I try to mediate their time together, because nothing would be worse than if Sam were to lose her patients some day. I can't imagine it would ever happen, but Jack needs to know that there are boundries with the Dog. He can do whatever he wants to the cat. Milo just takes it anyway.
So the boy is moving. He pulls himself onto his knees. I find him sitting in his crib in the morning, rather than laying on his stomach. Ya, he is growing up. 10 months old already. It's hard to believe.
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