Last week I stayed with my Little Farmer on Monday, instead of my usual Wednesday. And with just a couple more days than usual, I really noticed how much more active he was. No more lunging from a seated position, then sitting back in a relatively new position. He is flat out crawling everywhere.
Mostly to wherever Grammy was. Getting his lunch ready in the kitchen? The slap slap of those chubby hands on the linoleum told me he was on the way. Sitting on the couch by the coffee table? Here he comes, with those same chubby hands climbing up to see what he could reach. Constantly in motion.
Faster than the camera can go.
Aha! Found the pacifier.
He clearly thinks mobility is a wonderful thing. Me? I'm just bushed.