She's not crawling, thank goodness, or I wouldn't be able to write this post through my waterfall of tears. She has learned to scoot herself backwards across the floor when she's on her belly. I put her down for tummy time this afternoon and was playing with her on the floor. After a little while I realized I had to keep moving her stuffed animal towards her because she kept moving away from me. Rusty put it best when he called her a glacier. When you stare at her you can't tell she's moving; however, when you look away for a minute and look back at her, you can clearly tell she's moved.
Watching her scoot is pretty funny. She pushes herself up on her hands as high as she can and scoots backwards until her arms are flat on the ground. Then, she brings her arms back to her body, pushes herself up again, and repeats very, very slowly. She moved about three feet this afternoon before getting fussy. I don't blame her - it looked like a pretty rough full body workout.
|"Man, this moving thing is tough work!"|
I guess it's time for the National Big Brother Frank Service to issue it's second Special Baby Statement. We're on the lookout for a crawler! No pressure, Mary. Mommy will be very happy if scooting satisfies you for a while.