The Hunt . . .

So Ollie is finally on the move. It is hilarious to watch his little gimpy beginner crawl. I could do it all day long. Maybe that's why I've been a bad little blogger. Or maybe I am knee deep in laundry from our weekend getaway and I don't want to face the ironing, the house cleaning and the fact that I've done not one thing to prepare for Easter. I think I'm going to go with the crawling one because it's happier.

Today I found Ollie in the family room doing this:

Just him peeking behind the curtains was cute enough to make me run grab the camera. I thought it might make a good 'Picture Of The Day' {don't know what I'm talking about? Click here}. But instead I caught a hunter and his prey on film.

Notice how the baby silently makes his move behind the curtain.

Suddenly, before anyone realizes what has happened, he is on the other side, headed for the corner behind the wingback chair. But what could he want there?

He lenthens his torso and reaches in for the strike, grabbing the round orange object that is the subject of his fancy.

The prey, in a desperate attempt to evade capture rolls just out of reach of the slobbering baby.  He is, however, as persistent as he is cute and will not be gentle if trifled with.

Another grab - another evasion.  This time the hunter uses an oft successful tactic:  the cornering manuever.  The prey is weak and cowering as it has nowhere to go.

The hunter shows his dominance over the weak prey by sitting erectly and shaking violently.

And then the hunter is discovered and begins to disarm his next victim by flashing a dazzling smile while wearing drool from the hunt on his leg.