And the Game Goes Sour...

Last night I was playing with Jeremiah on the floor - you can see his picture on the right...

The game goes like this: I have something that he wants so he crawls toward me to get it. Just as he gets close enough to take it I slide it all the way across the floor. He laughs. Then he turns to crawl after it. when he gets about half way I crawl really fast, pass him, and get to the object first. He laughs harder.

This has been a fun game for us and we've really enjoyed it for the past week or so, until last night...

I had just slid the object across the floor and Jeremiah was in hot pursuit until he suddenly took a detour. Within a half a second, Jeremiah had abandoned our game and was over by the electrical outlet playing with a battery charger. I, of course, leaped over to him and kept him from electrocuting himself, but not after almost having a heart attack.

So what are we supposed to take away from this story? Well, if you have a 9 month old with the dexterity of a chimpanzee - buy outlet plugs!

For the rest of you, maybe I'll tie this story back to something profound on my next blog, but for now, I think I'll just leave it alone.