Free at Last

He has figured it all out. Griffin was once content to explore around him wherever we put him. He could move about the room (our little mad roller), but mostly he stayed put. This was good. This was very good, because we live in a house where it looks as if Toys R Us threw up and toys spewed everywhere.

But now? Griffin has perfected the art of the military crawl and he has also figured out, to his great glee, he can go anywhere he wants. Anywhere. From the family room to the kitchen. From the kitchen to the playroom. You turn your back for just a moment (or two, or three, or well, closer to five) and he has crawled to the back door and found a nice, ol' flip flop to gnaw on. Or he has decided to chew on a kitchen rug. Or (my personal favorite) he has made his way into the bathroom and is playing with Brennan's little potty chair. (Only action that potty chair has seen in QUITE SOME TIME. )

The absolute joy in his eyes as he discovers yet another unknown is beyond adorable. He giggles as he moves or will let loose high pitch shrieks of excitement. He loves his new freedom. Me, not so much. I may need some time to adjust.