Izzy is finally mobile, but he is not crawling. Instead, he is scooting on his little butt. He zips from one side of the room to the other on his little tushy. As a result, my fussy little guy has turned into a happy little man.
This morning I had some laundry to put away, so I carried Izzy back to the master bedroom so I could fold clothes. He was scooting all over the place, examining the various trinkets he found along the way. He was absolutely fascinated by a pair of house-shoes he found in the closet.
After about 5 minutes, I noticed that Izzy had stopped scooting and was sitting near a post at the bottom of the bed. He was being unusually quiet, so I walked over to see what he was up to. He was happily chomping away on something. Knowing that he did not have food, I stuck my finger in his mouth to retrieve the object. And I pulled out a spider. AHHHHHHH! A freaking spider! AHHHHHHHHHHH! It looked just like this...
Okay, maybe I am exaggerating. But it was a spider. And it was in my baby's mouth. AHHHHHHH!
It was terrifying.