Gone in .6 Seconds

Nowhere in my "What to Expect the First Year" book does it say that at some point, my kid will start crawling so freaking fast that it isn't wise to turn around AT ALL KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE KID AT ALL TIMES, DUMBASS.

I resent that.

Here is what happened yesterday in the space of a millisecond.

That last picture looks nothing like Johnny. He has morphed from the delight of movement, clearly. Right after this picture was taken, I picked him up and he gave me one of his HUGE, OPEN-MOUTHED, VERY JUICY kisses with a lot of nibble. I love those kisses. I love that kid.

Yesterday, he started saying "Uh-Oh" a LOT. He sat in his bath, saying "Uh-Oh, Uh-Oh, UH-OH, UH-oooooooh. UUUUUUUHHHHHH-OOOOOOH. He has no idea what it means, he just likes to say it. Kind of like when George Bush talks about peace, no?

UH-OH.