He’s been doing this for a few weeks now.
I don’t know what the technical definition of crawling is, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t it. I’ve heard moms call it the “Army crawl” but with all the grunting and struggling, David’s crawl is more like a castaway lugging his body across the beach in search of one, just one drop of water.
David spends lots of time dragging himself around the living room, grabbing a toy, throwing it, and then dragging himself to the toy. My parents’ dog has a similar trick with a tennis ball and a set of stairs.
I’m loving it. An occupied baby means more time for mama to sit on the couch watching Jeopardy! and eating Cheetos.
You eat those Cheetos, girl! ‘Cause once he figures out how to get those chubby knees under him, you’re gonna be running alllllll over.
glad to know the jalapeno potato chips are safe! David Andrew may be crawling before I get to see him again. It won’t be long.
GO DAVID GO!!!!!
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