Slow Down There, Pal
Lately, Jason has become somewhat single-minded in pursuit of a particular goal: harassing the dog. Up until just a few weeks ago, he had paid almost no attention to the dog at all. Of course, for the first little while, he didn't pay much attention to anything. Then he was mostly interested in me or Juliette or his own hands and feet. Later, his toys. Now, it's the dog. As soon as he becomes aware of Cooper, Jason immediately lunges, trying to get two tiny fistsful of dog hair. As you might imagine, Cooper is not terribly fond of this, so he has been learning how to anticipate Jason's notice and run away.
Mind you, as soon as it's Jason's feeding time, you can be sure that Cooper has taken up station under the high chair, hoping that something will fall. Last night I let him eat the remains of one of Jason's teething biscuits and he was over the moon.
Anyway, with Jason's newfound mobility, Cooper has a bit more to worry about. He seems to be taking it well, though.
Well trained pooch, that Cooper.
Relentless. Like a terminator out there trying to get you. :)
I love his crawl -- part traditional baby crawl, part army soldier crawl, and a bit of inchworm thrown in for good measure.