Just a couple of weeks ago, the best he could do was lie on his stomach and kick those little legs like mad - instinct telling him that it would do something beneficial for him, but never specifying exactly what it might be.
Then, gradually, it started to happen, and now, as is the case with all baby deeds, we can't remember a time when he wasn't crawling. He's not up on his hands and knees - he's doing that whole commando-stomach-scooting maneuver, but he does it very well, and can move very quickly, mostly towards one of two things:
a) the tiniest, most infinitesimal piece of paper, crumb or piece of leaf that no one else can see because no one else is looking from a viewpoint of three inches off the ground
or
b)a power socket. Do those things actually put out some electromagnet attraction?
I've taken some pictures that I hope to get developed tomorrow and scanned and put up on the website on Saturday, including one of Joseph in his "Halloween costume," a sight which puts Katie and me into hysterics, but, strangely enough, leaves Michael and David unamused. We'll see what you think.
