Scoot scoot!

[flea]

mr. flea just called to say that The Fussa had scooted 6 or 5 feet across the room - backwards, of course. He said she was doing great at getting her tummy off the floor. But she'd scooted herself away from the toy she wanted, instead of towards, and was getting very frustrated. Go scooty baby! Next step - forward. (Note to self - install cabinet locks soon).

She's sitting pretty well now, I meant to say - I can go answer the phone and come back and she won't have toppled sideways onto her head. She can bend forward to pick something up and then come back to a stright sitting position, and she can get excited and flap her arms without necessarily falling over. She still does fall a decent amount of the time - either rolling sideways, or once, due to great flappiness, straight backwards. Sometimes it's a soft landing, but other time she's about to go thud when I catch her. She also still gets tired trunk muscles after a while, and will lean forward to put her hands on the floor.

Comments

[cindyamb.livejournal.com]

The best way to childproof is to get on your hands and knees, and explore the house, while continually asking, what can I touch that will hurt me in the way most upsetting to my parents?

[fufaraw]

Seconding Cindy about getting on hands and knees. It's amazing what that view can show you that you'd never noticed before. The kick space of the kitchen cabinets, the underside of the dining table, the base of the toilet, amazing alluring icky sites I never saw from my lofty 5'3". Plus, all the lamp cords and electric outlets that are at such a handy height! Toilet brushes! Cat food!

[casperflea.livejournal.com]

Dear god yes, the cat litter box. It's in the kitchen. I'd put it in the basement - that was my plan all along - but the cat has a mysterious fear of the basement. (It - the basement -IS infested with crickets, but she is much bigger than they are). Plus, then we'd have to keep the basement door open, and, well, stairs. I'm thinking we'll gate off the kitchen, and high chair her when we're in the kitchen together (it's a very small kitchen anyway). But geez. Imagining my kid playing with cat poop. Joy.

I am already squicked when I take a bath and look at the mold growing on the underside of the (built-in-to-the-tile) soap dish. But do I clean it? No.

At least we're stimulating her immune system!

[dxmachina.livejournal.com]

Healthy immune systems are a good thing.

You could get a cat door for the basement, I suppose, although that probably won't help with a fraidy cat. But you never know. giving the cat 24/7 access to the basement may stimulate it's curiosity.

[casperflea.livejournal.com]

As a kitten, our cat loooooved our basement (in CT) with its dirt floor, massive cobwebs, rusty again oil drums, and associated scary bits. She'd disappear for hours and re-emerge covered with cobwebs and styrofoam bits, and with muddy feet.

Now we have a clean cement basement that she refuses to set foot in. We left the basement door open for several months when we moved in. No venturing. We tried hand carrying her down there. Much panic and scratching. I'm assuming it's haunted, or (more likely) a dog was kept down there at one time (previous tenant had a dog).

[burrell.livejournal.com]

"But she'd scooted herself away from the toy she wanted, instead of towards, and was getting very frustrated."

I must be a mean mommy, because this one amuses me. I watch her scoot away from the toy & start fussing and looking at me as if to say, "why is it going away, mommy?" And then I want to laugh.

[makaidiver.livejournal.com]

" she can get excited and flap her arms without necessarily falling over "

This has me cracking up out here on the left coast. I'd forgotten how babies do that, and it's so CUTE, all the wild flapping and big grins.