And, he’s off! After a pre-Thanksgiving evening of timid strides, my boy is crawling. First it was across the rug, then across the kitchen. Now, he moves from room to room. There’s really nothing cuter than the sound of tiny hands slapping the hardwood floors as he motors around the house. He’s pretty impressed with himself, too. He squeals in delight with each lurch forward, as if he can hardly believe his newfound ability. He is definitely stoked to be mobile. Oddly enough, I find it a relief that he’s crawling. Is liberating to us both. Rhys quickly learned where his toy box is, and is happy to crawl himself to it and browse for something to entertain himself with. This crawling thing definitely buys me time to get a few things done around the house. What a feeling!
he’s a crawler
