I finally have found my C legs

I AM ON THE MOVE!

Now do not think that the "C" is a typo.  I am not sailing the seven seas on a schooner.  Don't worry, I will not be on a boat for a while, but when I am I will certainly be wearing a nautical themed pashmina afghan*.  I am crawling.  Well, mostly crawling.  I am doing a lot of scooting.  I go forward and backwards.  It is sort of a combat crawl using my arms, belly, and legs.  No matter what it looks like, I can now move.  My sisters keep leaving tasty toys all over the ground that I can start to suck on.  Mom is tooooooo quick for me.  By the time I get to a Barbie shoe, forgotten crayon, My Little Pony, or their discarded and forgotten lunches, my Mother sweeps in like a peregrine falcon and takes it from my hands.  Ah cruel fate, I can now move to things and they are taken from me before I can get there.

Food Watch 10:  What am I not eating?  Well, all the things that I read about in Gourmet, but I have some good grub gliding down my gullet.  I had a home made french fry, beet salad (pureed) , solid peas and carrots, puffs, peaches, pizza (gummed), and a succulent strip steak from the fine city of New York (not really, but a boy can certainly dream).

Thanks again for all my fans who have been reading incognito.  I have had page views from the United States, Israel, Canada, and Croatia. Just under seven hundred page views in less than a month is pretty awesome.  Thank you fans.  I do all of this for you!

*This is a current cultural reference that went right over my mother's head.  If you do not get it, shoot me a line and I will enlighten you.