Before I forget…

Peter is officially 5 months old today. I’d get him a cake, but I don’t want to sugar him up, especially after last night…

Peter had a well-rested afternoon. He went to lunch with his mom and some of her friends from work, and then visited his old babysitter (y’know, from when Peter was just a baby) and her son. Mom and Peter picked me up after work and then we dropped off Mommy for a haircut. Pete & me (I know it’s bad grammar, but it flows nicer than Pete & I) then went to the bank and also picked up a book for him at the friendly neighborhood Borders – a Mom & Pop business, I’m sure.

When we got home, though, Peter decided it was play time. Most of the play time was normal and no different from any other time he got wound up. But after a while, I was lying on my back and I was holding him up in the air, which is one of his favorite things. I laid him down on my chest, and the next thing you know he slithered up to my shoulders and splayed out, pinning me to the floor. Smiling with glee, he pressed his gut into my face – smothering me, in fact – while emitting a devilish little giggle. Eventually his mom came to my rescue so I could breathe.

That, however, was not the end. I was still on my back and I held him up by the armpits again, standing on my chest. He buckled his knees a little, and let gravity pull his body down, the effect of which made his legs slide down my shoulders so that he wound up straddling my neck. This, he thought, was an even better wresting position that the simple pin. To celebrate his conquest of his old man, he did what he always does when he gets excited – he bounced up and down. On my neck. Repeatedly. I could barely get out an “urk, help!” But again, Mommy came and saved me from The Little Crusher (who, I must reiterate, weighs a ton).

No dummy me, after the 2 pins I got my back up off the floor so he couldn’t do it again. But just for good measure I held his shoulders down to a count of three. But he did best me, two pins to one.