Truck's relatively recent mobility has been such a blessing! He is starting to explore, and he is finally showing some interest in just a little independence.

For months, he would only butt-scoot across the floor. His pediatrician insisted that this fit the definition for crawling, but I was ready to really see him move! He made the transition to crawling backwards on all fours, and then one day, he started crawling forward.

It did not take much time for him to become a very fast crawler. Truck zips around the house with a big smile on his face, singing his "Here I come!" song. It is so sweet to see, and I know I will mourn the passing of this time when it is gone.

Unfortunately, to BooBoo's dismay, Truck's mobility has led to the invasion of her space. Gone are the days when Boo would walk up to Truck and say, "Awww, Truck, you're such a good baby!" Those sweet sentiments have been replaced with, "No, Truck! That's mine!"



Of course, we have conversations about sharing, and BooBoo is generally good about sharing her toys. However, she draws the line when it comes to sharing her breakfast.

BooBoo has very specific expectations for her mornings: She comes downstairs and immediately requires a sippy cup of milk, one of juice, and a strawberry pop-tart. Not the healthiest of breakfasts, I know, but I figure it's kind of like the two cups of coffee I need to consume each morning. Additionally, she usually doesn't eat much of the pop-tart because she gets full eating whatever breakfast the rest of the family is eating. Given all of this, I choose to not make this particular vice into a battle.

Each morning, these are set out on the ottoman for BooBoo, and she leisurely drinks and eats as she watches the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She tends to transfer these cups and her bowl with the pop-tart to the floor, which has never been a problem, until now.

Truck loves food. He especially loves sweet food, which he gets from his father and both his grandmothers, but definitely not from me. One day, he saw BooBoo eating her pop-tart, and it was almost as if I could read his mind: "Hmmm, sister has food. Sister put food down. Truck needs food."

In an instant, Truck was darting across the living room floor, and before BooBoo even knew he was near, he had swiped the pop-tart and taken a bite! BooBoo was in tears at having her morning routine so greatly disturbed, but Truck was not to be deterred. As I tended to BooBoo's wounded heart, Truck swiped it again!



Needless to say, BooBoo and I had to designate a new safe place for her cups and bowl. She has become pretty good at remembering to keep her goodies there, but occassionally, as I pack lunches in the morning, I hear a resounding, "Truck-y, no swiping. Truck-y, no swiping. Truck-y, NO SWIPING!!