After going from doing a swimming/Weeble thing on his tummy to rocking bank and forth on his hands and knees to shoving himself forward and having to gather himself up again, Hunter started crawling about six or seven weeks ago.

At first, he'd plant his hands very determinedly in place, then scootch his butt under before replanting his hands. Now he's got the hand-knee thing worked out pretty well, and he's moving like gangbusters.

He's also been pulling himself up to a standing position for quite some time, but Tuesday was a major milestone: after pulling himself up on his Dancin' Bandstand (Dance, Baby, Dance!), which he often does to grab the dancing monkey, he straightened himself up and stood, all by himself without support, for a full three seconds before he plopped down on his butt.

All this activity has led to a significant increase in appetite: over the course of a day, he's gone from a (dry) quarter cup of cereal and a 4oz jar of fruit or veggie (and nursing in the morning and at night) to a half-cup of cereal with apple sauce and formula and up to FOUR 4oz jars of food (and nursing in the morning and at night.) Ay, carumba!

And his little body is functioning in a perfectly healthy fashion. Sometimes, I envision it as a summer blockbuster:



Oh. My. God. I dream of poopy diapers. Yesterday morning, he had a diaper so full that I couldn't fit it in the opening of our Diaper Champ. Gyecch. I could do with significantly less of that sort of movement.


And then there's the movement involved with counting steps. Tuesday was a pretty sluggish day: I only racked up 1933 steps on the pedometer. Even adding a couple of hundred from before I put it on and after I took it off, that's still pretty lame. Part of it is because, after a week's worth of lovely spring weather, it got really cold again. Yesterday was a bit better: 4978, although I'd expected it to be even higher since I went grocery shopping and that seems to involve a helluvalot of walking.

Today, I had hoped to at least break 1250 before noon, but when I checked the pedometer, it only read 986. Oh, well. Fortunately, when I got back from lunch, we'd received a large shipment of boxes which necessitated several trips from the main office, across the playground, up and around the ramp to our office in the portables and back. After I'd completed moving everything, I washed my hands and checked the pedometer in anticipation.

986.

WTF?

I made sure it was attached properly, took a few dozen paces, and checked again.

986.

I zeroed it out. So far, everytime I've checked, it's still at zero.

Crap.

Now where did I put that receipt?