I haven’t posted anything new in a week.  Sorry. 

I’ve done this before and then given you a myriad of excuses.  I have some excuses this time too.  They include a mini-weekend vacation, a sinus infection, four worthless hours of “American Idol,” and of course, my old standby: laundry.  But, actually, the real reason I haven’t blogged in a week this time is because of this…

Is that not the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen?  (And I’m talking about Jack Henry’s floor movement…not my mountain of clutter in the chair in the background.  That is our drop-off chair where I always sit down the diaper bag, my keys, the baby’s blanket, my jacket, etc., etc., etc…)

I thought Cap’n Jack Henry was skipping the whole crawling stage.  Well, technically, he is skipping it because you can hardly call sidling around like an injured hermit crab crawling.  He’s been pulling up and cruising around holding onto furniture since around Christmas, so I was thinking we’d be seeing his first steps around this time, but no.  We have booty scooting.  Fast booty scooting.  I can hardly get anything done these days, except chase his little booty around and try to keep him out of trouble.

Yesterday he had his fifteen month check-up, and his pediatrician asked me if he was walking yet.

“Ummm…no.  Not really,” I replied.

“Well, is he trying to get around?” she queried.

“Oh, yes.  He gets around,” I said.  I then launch into an explanation of his maneuvers, complete with leg and arm motions, which get some eye rolls and snickers from his two older siblings.

“Oh.  Well, I see,” she answers.  She then goes through some little muscular tests with him.  He does everything she wants him to do easily.

“Well, I don’t see any problems with him.  He’ll walk when he’s ready,” she concludes.

I should have told her he has pirate blood, and a pirate will always use his booty.