It’s 7 am and I am bit busy responding to a work call,
heating up coffee, fixing the kids’ breakfast, IM’ing Chance about why there
isn’t more coffee. At this exact moment
I notice someone is missing. I look
around for Max and his lopsided crawl, one leg is in the normal crawl position
and the other is dragging behind him.
(This crawl deserves its own blog post.)
I expect to see Max terrorizing Lola but instead I see a little
body going out the dog door. I drop the
phone and grab those legs just as they are about to disappear and drop 6 inches
onto a flagstone patio. I just saved my son from what was at the very least a
goose egg and at the very worst some stitches.
I knew better than to think that was the end of it. No, indeed I just
invented the newest game around here; save Max from the dog door. He of course goes right for it anytime he’s
crawling around which is pretty much ALL THE TIME.
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