Slow but steady the baby comes, pulling himself across the floor one beefy arm over another. He's got his eye on something shiny and he just keeps creeping closer. Look out tower/cell phone/remote/marker/ball! Carl is finally moving!
It's amazing how fast things can change. Yesterday my baby was predictable, stationary, and utterly content. Today he's on the move and will never be predictable, stationary, or content again. It really happens that fast.
It's a great day and it's about time.
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Carl has discovered his first mode of transport: the army crawl. I am delighted that he has finally figured it out and dismayed at how much trouble he can get into. I love to watch him single-mindedly haul himself towards a goal across the room. That's a good thing, because I'm always surprised by what he accomplishes when I don't watch him. I'll find him five minutes later eating markers, headed for the stairs, sucking on electronics, or wrestling toys from his dismayed older brother.
It's a great day and it's about time.
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