At a crawl

Connor's fascination with, and desire for, Jamie's toys, especially the cars, grows every day. This has led him to make real strides, as it were, with his mobility. He tends to sort of lunge forward and then somehow locomote himself on the floor towards things. He also seems to have developed those baby extend-o arms that reach things you think they never could. It's actually quite funny to see him placed in front of a basket of Jamie's cars because he looks so thoughtful and mature as he picks through them looking for just the one he wants. Then he sticks it in his mouth, of course.

What he has not learned to do, however, is crawl. About this we are conflicted. On the one hand, of course, we look forward to this important milestone. On the other hand we are aware things are a lot easier now that he can only move within a relatively small radius, and he shows every sign of being very nosy and inclined to get into everything he can once he can get further afield. As of now his attempts at crawling have produced only frustration and despair. He gets himself on hands and knees, with his arms locked, but then his hands start moving backward instead of forward and there doesn't seem to much he can do to stop them. Poor little guy just looks at his hands as if they were totally independent beings who refused to obey his will (pretty close to the truth) and then starts crying. I have to confess that this can be rather a funny sight, as much as we feel for him and rush to his aid. We comfort him, and ourselves, by telling him, borrowing a phrase from Sarah's younger sister, that we're not laughing at him, we're laughing near him.