The boy, how he grows. A month or so ago, he learned to flip on his belly. A couple of weeks ago he was figuring out how to hoist his behind in the air and get up on hands and knees. Now he crawls. And pulls himself up by the rails of his crib. And can climb. And I have a heart attack. I die.
The motivation to move? Get to my iPhone case. The prize? Get in mah mouth!