And then, one day out of the blue, my boy was mobile. He never crawled, but he pulled himself up to the coffee table, saw something he wanted and took a step. We sang, we danced, we cheered, and then we cried. Because now, life as we knew it was over. After all of the blood, sweat, and tears (OK, really just tears), I really just want him to sit in one place for more than two minutes so I can finish getting dressed for work or make an entire meal. But, the newly mobile tot has other plans, and he can make it around an entire room holding onto the walls, furniture, or any other object in his path. I call it the curse of the mobile tot.
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