We have movement.

Within the last few weeks, my man has started to develop at astonishing speeds!  He is feeding himself cheerios, peaches, blueberries, little pasta pieces, peas, and quite honestly, whatever else we are willing to give him. He ate some spaetzle off of my plate at a German restaurant a few weeks ago. He has one tooth and the beginning of another one. He holds his own bottle, and sippy cup. He has seen a baby only a month older than him pulling up and tries his darndest to do the same.

And, within the last week, he is army crawling. He’d only go about six inches. Until today. This morning, something caught his eye. He was mesmerized. He had to have it.  Those little arms and legs started working on superdrive…pushing….pulling…..arms out….legs up….legs down….I mean he was going to town! A good six feet until the prize would finally be his. Something better than mom’s smiles and encouragement, better than any of his toys, better than his beloved Cheerios…..

A red, drool covered, nasty, Kong dog toy that Woody had dropped out of reach. So, the dog is better at encouraging my baby to crawl than I am. Better than any of the toys with the label “encourages crawling”. And, apparently a used Kong dog toy is better than any of the toys labeled “stimulates visual interest”. Guess I know what is going to have to soak next in some Clorox bleach mix.

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