The Ballad of A Crawling Baby continues. I’m not really sure if I witnessed a monumental occasion in my son’s life last night or if I’m just an eternal optimist.
He got a gift (complete with Pooh gift bag) from our neighbors across the street. It was sitting in the floor and my son was a few feet away. He got up on hands and knees and moved each hand a bit, moved one leg forward and the next thing I knew he was crawling.
Or was he?
It was a couple feet at most. One leg never really moved and he couldn’t duplicate it when his mother got into the room. So I’m left with the question. Did I just see my son crawl or did I just see him pull with his hands, drag his legs behind him and grab a gift bag. My glass is half full, so I’m saying he crawled…sort of.
Today’s tidbit of advice regards bathing your baby. If you don’t have a cup or something in there to pour over the baby’s head, then you’re missing out. That’s the lifesaver when trying to get shampoo out of his/her head after they begin sitting up in the bath.
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Ester, FYI, I can't email you. For some reason it keeps coming back as a bad address. It may be the spelling of your last name, which I've noticed is wrong. But I'm not ignoring you, I just can't get an email to go through.
Call me crazy, but it looks like he stood up and was walking around with something in his hands judging from the photo. Or am I looking at the wrong kid? tee hee
He crawled! He did!
He is officially a crawler now. And life is beginning to be more challenging. Now he wants everything he sees (regardless of what it is) and when he doesn't get it, he's mad. So now begins the stage where he starts learning what he can and cannot do. The first hints of discipline.
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