So, this morning, I woke up at 5 am. Yowser. The only good thing from this is that Arun slept til 8:30am and it gave me ample time to try and clear off the DVR of all the old Antique Roadshow episodes before we have to send the box back to Dish. You see, we are flipping the Bird to Dish and going with Comcast. And yesterday, the nice Comcast lady said they would be here tomorrow - except she said that YESTERDAY, which would have meant TODAY, except that she meant THURSDAY, so um, well, I guess that would really be TOMORROW. So, I wasted the ENTIRE morning waiting for the Comcast dude that would never come.
Apparently, Standing is the new Crawling
He wants to stand ALL THE FUCK TIME NOW. It reminds me of that exercise/game we did in grade school gym class where you would take turns with a partner being a Board or a Noodle. And he wants to be the Board. ALL THE FUCK TIME NOW. Thanks goodness, he can’t pull up by himself yet since I still have to help him into the standing position.
Wait. Hold on. Except NOW, he CAN pull up by himself. He crawled under the coffee table to my feet and I thought, "Let's see what he's made of". Holy Toledo. SHIT. Immediately after I shot off some snaps of this Momentous Moment, he promptly fell over, bonked his head and in my effort to “save” him, then bonked his cheek. As X says “At least his head seems fairly flexible”. Um, yeah. Whatever.
The Devil Wears Nada