But he’s apparently not so fond of the papa-ratzi.

He’s just started doing this in the past few days.  Funny story: Shannon was spending time with him on our bed last Thursday morning (as we often do, as he hasn’t been mobile) and, for his first try at forward motion, he crawled himself right off the bed, hit the floor screaming, and then lost his breakfast, prompting Shannon to take him to the ER to get him checked  out.  Okay, so maybe not so funny, but he’s fine, so it all works out.

It’s been a crazy weekend.  Shannon’s been in Dayton for her grandmother’s birthday; I was in Rhode Island at my cousin Tamara’s wedding (bonus points if you can pick Tamara out of the lineup without reading the descriptions – this is my site, and you will be graded) (lovely wedding, incidentally).  So until a few hours ago I hadn’t seen him since late Friday afternoon.  And he sure wasn’t crawling like this then.  He’s gone from awkwardly shuffling backwards to impressive forward progress in about three days.