Biscuit is on the move ... well, sort of.
He has figured out how to get from place to place by a very awkward combination of rolling, scooting and pushing off of furniture. It's quite entertaining to watch, but it does break your heart a little when he gets frustrated. It must be hard to see where you want to go and not be able to get there under your own power.
This morning, I was getting ready in the bathroom, and Jeff was dressing Biscuit. Every time Jeff would move his hands off the boy, Biscuit would do a quick rollover and raise himself up to see what I was doing. A yoga instructor would be very impressed. He was doing an excellent cobra pose.
I don't know which was funnier, seeing how nosey Biscuit was being (which is to be expected from the son of two journalists, I guess) or watching Jeff wrestle to get him spruced up and clothed.
To draw a mental picture for you, did you ever see a crocodile start into a death roll when the Crocodile Hunter put one of those noose things around its snout? It was like that!
My brother refers to Biscuit as Limp (as in the metal band Limp Bizkit). And coincidentally, Limp Bizkit has a song called "Rollin'." So guess what Jeff sings now when Biscuit's on the move?
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Incidentally, to add to his yoga repertoire, when I was there today, he was doing an excellent "happy baby" (also called "dead bug" by some less optimistic yoga teachers), and did a lovely head to knee pose. :)
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