I wanted to get some cute shots of Hugh in his Flagstaff Fire t-shirt and of course Hugh wanted nothing to do with it. He was giving me the "Mama, you are crazy. Leave me alone." looks.
So, of course I started thinking of ways I could get him to smile. I started bebopping (you know, like rapping...yes, I am white, but I am so good at it...and dancing...you should see me dance...just ask my family, I think they still live in amazement of my skills) and playing a game called "Hubey's Shoes" (it is a game where I waive his shoe in front of him and say "Hubey's Shoes" and he tries to eat it...so, now the game sounds a little weird, but it made him laugh like crazy the other night). He gave me some half pity smiles with my attempts.
So, when all else fails...I spit at him.
Works every time.
Still no walking...still has absolutely zero interest. He watches other children and I am sure is thinking, "Good for them." We know he'll get there...or, he could be the kid who crawls into kindergarten with his bottle (no, we haven't even thought about starting to break that habit). So, we just let him crawl all over the place and let him get filthy...and Jake learns to relax knowing that he is crawling all over the ground during swine flu season...ah, such is life.