My Bloomin Baby Boy

Maximus, my five month-old son, is crawling.  Okay, fine, so its scooting, technically, but either way, he's on the move!  I am so grateful that I get to see his first moves; I worked when both of my daughters were infants, so I didn't get to experience the joy that comes with actually catching "the firsts". 

Boy, oh boy, is he moving fast though!  I mean in his progression.  Just a couple of weeks ago (I have April 1st on the calendar as the first time he scooted) he reached for a toy and then pushed himself forward on his elbows  to get it.  Yesterday Max had to be removed from under the table where he was trying to investigate some cords.  I had set him down in the middle of the floor, so he traveled about 4 1/2 feet in the less than two minutes I averted my eyes.  Where's the fire buddy? 

This morning, he was so wriggly that I couldn't finish changing him on the changing table.  He kept rolling over!  I moved him to the floor and found myself trying to button his onesie while he was on his stomach scooting away from me.  Really?

I thought I had more time with a cuddly newborn!  I guess not.  I keep thinking, if this is what he is like now, what is he going to be doing in two, three months?  When he is a year old?  Heaven help us. 

(Quick prayer to God:  Father, please watch over my wild little boy, and give me the patience and skill to deal with his future shenanigans.)