As you can see, I had an entire post planned and started before THE EVENT happened tonight. I took a break right before delving into tonight’s post full force because Hubs and I were finishing the bathroom floor remodel. Shoe moulding going in, placement of the new potty, etc.
The shoe moulding was proving a little difficult for me to hammer – this stuff was HARD and you couldn’t angle down because of the concrete subfloor. So Hubs handled it, while I followed behind with some putty and a nail set to fill the holes.
|bathroom floor DONE! (before potty install)|
So, Hubs was hammering away, and Dooley was in the hall, grumbling that he couldn’t be in the bathroom with his Daddy to help supervise. (Bulldogs are known for their want to be with their owners). I was distracting Red in his room with all sorts of silly songs and toys. And he was having none of it. Red wanted desperately to pet Dooley. To grab his nub tail, squeeze his scruff and get Dooley to sniff his neck and get tickled pink.
(Red has had an admiration for Dooley [and other animals] for quite a while. He loves to hear them speak, watches them incessantly when they enter a room, etc.) I should also tell you that Red has been rolling around on the floor for about a month – to get to various places and to get to toys, and into mischief. He’s been able to go from sitting up to two hands and a knee, rocking slightly and going either to belly or back to sitting. He loves to do what I used to call “The superman” but now call the “nuclear cockroach” – on his belly, flailing all his limbs wildly in excitement.
So Red was flailing to Dooley, trying desperately to get to him. Dooley was only concerned with getting to Hubs in the bathroom. So Red took matters into his own hands. He slammed his face to the carpet, raised his butt in the air as far as it would go via his toes, and then lurched forward. He squealed with the progress, and then lifted a leg and put it ahead of his other.
I hollered to Hubs that Red was actually doing it – crawling for the dog! It was slow lurching progress, an inch at a time. But he was going. Hubs finally extracted himself from the water closet and came out to see what was going. By this time, Red has gotten ahold of Doo’s tail, and was very happy with himself.
And buddy, is Red fast. In just an hour, he figured out how to hop across a room in less than 20 seconds. So now we’re pretty much doomed. The baby is mobile