The Baby is Crawling, but Time is Flying

First thing's first: Mathias Michael is CRAWLING as of October 24th. It was the sweetest thing--one moment, he's sitting on the floor in front of me, just hanging out like usual. Then, he plops forward into a crawling position, and tentatively moves his knees forward.

Ever since, I've been hovering over him as he explores the main floor of the house. He is EVERYWHERE. I will never go to the bathroom alone again until he goes to school. I can't let him sit in the middle of the living room floor while I open the front door to grab the mail, because by the time I turn around, he's already right there behind me. Sneaky little handsome.

And the coolest thing? He was pulling himself up to stand just days before he crawled, and the night before he crawled, he took two steps. My son walked before he crawled! Yaaaaaaaay, Mathias!

So, besides that HUGE milestone, the past month or so has been pretty eventful.

My dad came to visit for a couple days at the beginning of October, so we dragged him along to pick out Mathias' first pumpkin(s) and to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo. Mathias has been to the zoo before, but he was so young then (three months old, maybe) that he didn't really care to look around. This time, he was completely captivated by the giraffes, semi-interested in the monkeys, and asleep by the hippos.

Glennpa cherishing some cuddles from his grandson

Baby Mathias, all ready to go to the zoo

 I have some amazing pictures of Mathias interacting with the giraffes, but they're on my phone. Oops. 

Also, this month, my poor boy got Roseola. For those who are unfamiliar, Roseola is a virus that is recognized with a sudden, high fever (for Mathias, it was between 100 and 103) that lasts a few days and is followed by a rash. Mathias was MISERABLE, as he was also cutting a couple teeth at the time. He woke up every 45 minutes the first night. The lack of sleep was fine, I could deal with it. Having such a grumpy little guy was the rough part. Mathias is usually a good tempered kid, so to see him so inconsolable was heartbreaking. The good news is, he probably won't get Roseola ever again. Our pediatrician assured us that if he doesn't get it again by the time he's two, he's pretty much immune; it's reportedly rare to see it in children older than two. Thank goodness.

When your baby is sick, it almost seems harder on you than on them. There's only so much you can do to console them, and you have to accept it (or at least try).