...Well, a few days later he popped that head off the floor and started rocking on his hands and knees. Just to spite me! And then he start scooting around the floor like an inch-worm.
...And then a few days ago he started crawling -- army-style. I could hardly believe my eyes.
I've been talking to Buddy about keeping all of his possessions up off the floor now. It's not sinking in. First of all, Buddy has no regard for safety. He doesn't care about getting hurt.
This morning Pee-Wee kept trying to get at Buddy's scissors and sticker project (even though I told Buddy repeatedly that maybe he ought to move his craft to the table) until finally Pee-Wee had backed him into a corner in the dining room.
Then this afternoon Buddy just gave up trying to move away from him. He has extreme patience for Pee-Wee and doesn't seem to mind Pee-Wee ruining his stuff (even if I do). Here are a series of pictures documenting Pee-Wee trying to get to Buddy's lea.ppad.
Buddy minding his own business.
Buddy then shows Pee-Wee how to use the pen
I put down the camera in time to grab the pages out of his chubby hands before they got ripped. ...So pretty much Buddy is of no use in helping me keep Pee-Wee out of trouble. Surprising?