So, I have decided that a fascination with light is getting rather dangerous for a little guy like me. You see, Momma keeps putting me into a sitting position with my hands helping to prop me up. Now that is rather tiring, so sometimes I just fall over–she catches me, of course–that’s what parents are made for–but usually when I fall it’s because I was looking up. Okay, so I admit that many things are up when you’re my size, but lights–the one in the outside and the ones on the ceiling–are some of the best things that are up high. And honestly, they’re totally worth falling onto Momma about. Does one still see things worth falling over for when one is as big as you?
Speaking of my body, it has been getting on my nerves lately. I keep wanting to roll onto my tummy. But I’m not sure why. For one thing if I don’t want to kiss the ground, I’ve got to hold my heavy heavy head up constantly. But also, whenever I’m there, I try to move. Boy, is that a failure. I flail my limbs and get absolutely nowhere. I’ve an overbalanced little body. My head is so heavy that when I lift it up, that tends to lift my feet into the air too. Have you ever tried to crawl while holding a ginormous thing on your neck while at the same time having your legs float into the air? You just try. Go on, I’ll wait. When you can manage to crawl over to me like that, you can tell me that crawling is easy! I’ll be lying here. Okay, no I won’t. For some bizarre reason, I’ll be rolling onto my tummy and desperately trying to crawl again. Help?