G.I. Zander

Zander started to push up on all fours then realized there was no need to lift that round belly off the ground to proceed forward. Instead he has taken to a very effective military crawl. He once rolled to achieve his desire, but now can keep his eyes on the prize and propell forward in an increasingly rapid pace to mange his mischief. At first he stayed in the main rooms of the house, primarily near toys and Tristan. But as his spead and stamina has increased, so have his boundaries. I cannot do dishes or laundry without my pint size companion. In the beginning I was able to huridly switch the laundry and intercept him in the hall. Now he is down the hall and in the cat's bowl before I can unload the dryer. Because I shudder at the idea of him discovering the cat's litter box, I have now pulled out of the garage the oh so effective baby gate. Tristan and the cats can both scale it with great ease. But it is very effective at limiting little Z and working Mommy's thighs as I hurdle it repeatidly during the day.
Tristan is very busy at kicking ass at Halo. He is learning so quickly and will repeat just about anything these days. For instance just the other day Mommy said a not so appropriate word and Tristan, in true toddler form, spouted it back out at me. Luckily his pronunciation is not quite up to par so it sounded more like DUCK. Yes yes, we have lots of ducks around here. Ducks that SIT, in case you hear him say that also. I'm working on changing my vocabulary, so if he calls you a poo head, it means you are not a good driver. Better than a ducker I suppose.