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Milestone: Cross-crawl

Sven can crawl!  He is doing real bonafide crawling!

Up until last night, he would get where he wanted to go using an army crawl.  It looked to me like someone trying to swim the breaststroke on the floor.  Sometimes he would get up on his hands and knees, rock back and forth, and look just about ready to go ... then he would drop his belly to the floor and slither off.  What a tease.

But then, all of a sudden, he was crawling.  I saw this (amazing!) feat just yesterday for the first time.  I was laying down on the couch, talking on the phone to my mom, and he was doing his usual hands and knees tease, eyes fixed firmly on a toy a few feet away.  But rather than floor-swimming to get it, he stayed up on his hands and knees and crawled there.  He was using real cross lateral movement!  (Full disclosure: he was only picking up one knee and kind-of scooting the other.)  He looked almost as proud as I was!

I'm afraid I may have gotten ridiculously excited:  Look at you!  You're so amazing!  Come here!  What a big boy!

This may not seem like that big of a deal, seeing as how he is nine months and all.  But that is *way* earlier than my other boys crawled.  I told my mom (excitedly), "I think he may have average gross motor skills!  Hooray!"

He is also pretty happy about it.  His mood perked up immediately and he spent the evening practicing his new skill.  He crawled all the way from the living room to the bathroom and pulled himself up over the side of the tub to watch Carl bathe.  Usually, his army crawl was accompanied by a cranky cough that seemed to express a frustration at his slow pace.  But the new crawl is exciting and fun!  All of a sudden, the joy is in the journey!

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Oozaroo said…
Wow! Average gross motor skills! I could not be prouder!

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