My nephew is nearly 9 months old. He has been wiggling around and trying to crawl for weeks. The other day, he managed to hold on to the coffee table on his own and lift into a standing position. He was so proud of his little self.
In the last week, this little boy has had an enormous breakthrough in his infant months, and has managed to pull his plump baby body up the staircase all on his own! My sister was so proud of him! She emailed me a video of this victory, my little nephew, all baby smiles and cheery drool.
His parents didn’t revel in his accomplishment for long, however. The picture I was sent today was not of Logan propped up on the couch, and not of him holding himself up against the coffee table, or achieving a long-distance crawl.
In this photo, my sweet little nephew had been jailed in a playpen. His face and hands are mashed against the sides in playful protest, as the sides are far too high for him to crawl up and over to freedom.
He looks happy enough, sitting there with all his toys, but I feel for the poor kid.
He’s achieved one mammoth challenge, only to be presented with another, almost immediately.
Such is life, kid. Such is life.