Over the last few days M. has started seriously developing his crawling skills. For quite some time, he's primarily been an army crawler, which was fine for short distances and if he didn't want to sit up and check out what he had crawled over to (so, actually, it sucked). But recently, he's started to perfect a weird little crawling stance that allows him to be able to stay mostly upright and not fall onto his tummy (it's one of those half sit/half crawl situations where he uses one leg with the foot planted firmly on the ground to push himself along).
I cannot express how much we needed this to happen. I don't think I've met a more frustrated baby. He knew there were so many things he could go see and do in the house, but unless Mama or some other
So, today, after thorough practice at the well carpeted and vacuumed library (once again my new favorite place), Michael is now happily crawling at home on our slightly more challenging hardwood floors. He's able to get into all his favorite spots, which include E.'s play kitchen (Did you know opening and closing cupboards is the best ever???), under the living room end table, the dog's food dish, because that kitty will take soooo much abuse.
For now, while he's still slow and maybe a tiny bit cautious, this whole crawling thing is the bomb. However, should you talk to me about it a couple of days from now, when he's faster and getting pretty bored, I'm kinda thinking I'll be ripping the hair out of my head.
Now to find the those plastic outlet plugs...
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