Well, all evening until Uncle Trent came over and I gushed about how Little Man had reached this gigantic milestone. From then on as soon as Trent would turn his head, Little Man would drop to the floor- like a secret agent avoiding the enemy.
This made my little brother quite suspicious of my overall mental health- I'm sure.
I made sure to document the moment with a video:
(please ignore the mess, the twins spaced out watching Peep and the Big Wide World, and my annoying excitey voice)
Now I need to get in shape for all the chasing I am inevitably in store for.
***Side note: I am posting this from my new shiny toy. Take THAT new technology! Never mind how ridiculously hilarious I find watching iphoto try and identify all three of my children... who look exactly alike. "Is this Little Man?" Um, no iphoto; that's Bunny... from last month...***