Jude has gotten the hang of pulling up on a couch cushion we put on the floor for him. We entice him by stacking wooden blocks or cups into towers on top of it. Quick, excited breathing ensues, with an army crawl dash to the base of the cushion. Once he's up on the cushion he uses it to get up unto the cushionless half of the couch and then... the final step to the summit: the cushioned half. Tada!
Here he is basking in his own glory; advancing on Grandpa G who got a few minutes alone with him while Jono cooked dinner and Mom and I ran an errand.
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See him pleased as punch with himself in Figure 2? I should hope that cheeks were promptly nibbled after these were taken.
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See him pleased as punch with himself in Figure 2? I should hope that cheeks were promptly nibbled after these were taken.
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He came. He saw. He conquered.
Hmmm ... let's see if I remember the Latin ... Veni. Vidi. Vici.
Yes?
Good boy. You are a wanderer. I like that.
Grandma K
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