The Mobile Child

Gabe has transited to the next level of mobility: crawling. Add this to the ability of pulling himself up to/ along most surfaces, it's one undesirable situation we have at hand. Being alone with him at home, I can't really watch him round the clock, so I have to rely on dashes into the kitchen or the rooms, or instructions to stay where he is, or increasingly, just me getting used to a steady pace of life and leaving him to fiddle with his toys.

But whatever the case, this boy has been busy. Busy touching everything, tugging at everything, crawling everywhere, trying out stunts like weird turns from crawling to sitting position, bending over to look at things below. So it is not surprising that he's now the king of injuries. He got his first bokok last week, trying out a crawling-forward stunt. What exactly the stunt is, I really don't know. I only remember stepping out of the threshold of my kitchen and watching his head kok the floor.


Thereafter, it seems that he must have some encounter everyday. The object of the encounter varies. His other major bruises came from the dining table chair, the coffee table, the day bed and of course, the master bed. The common and less serious ones can be from the interior door of a car, his cot and the floor. Yesterday he really looked like he got beaten up by some gangsters, with three bruises on his face, one near the eye.

The most queer phenomenon is that he doesn't seem to develop a phobia towards the objects that give him his blue blacks. He'll just gamely repeat the stunts as if those crying episodes never happened.

So if you next see him with battle scars, you won't have to ask me what happened ;p

Horror note: He can reach the top of the dining table!! Just the edge, of course.