6 months old, Part 3

We aren't ready yet.

Finally, Max is starting to crawl. We've seen it coming for a while - Max started to lift his tummy in Colorado around a month ago. I must admit I'm proud of him because he's been trying really hard to move around for a very long time - but the flip side is we didn't prepare. We ordered some baby barricades from Costco about a week ago and they are arriving Thursday. In the meantime, our house has transformed from, how should we say, "casual relaxed clutter," to "baby death trap". Max is now trying to climb up our reading chair, pull boxes on top of him, and, well, see below.

What makes him gravitate to the stuff that will kill him?

The naive reader would think I put Max in this pose. Nope. Max wanted to be there. He crawls over the couch so he can be upside down. He's happiest trying to fall headfirst onto the floor.

We are nostalgically remembering the days when we could drop Max somewhere and come back to find him in the same place. We can no longer do this without duct tape. So now we're beginning to babyproof our house. We bought a cheap door barricade a couple weeks ago. I came home from work to see Max crying his head off while Delia was sitting nearby, completely exhausted. What happened? Did Max hurt himself? (With mobility comes falling, we've learned.) Nope, Max crawled to the barricade, tried to push it over, and when it didn't budge he had a temper tantrum. I wonder if he knew the barricade was for him.

Well, I think we're actually current now. And he's 7 months old today.