A Mom's letters of love to her baby daughter.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Valentine Crawler

My Dearest Princess,
On Saturday, February 13, I was playing with you on the floor in your bedroom when you scooted forward on your hands and knees.  All day, I pondered whether or not that counted as crawling. You were on your hands and knees, but you had moved along by pulling your butt into your chest, rather than moving each leg independently.  By the end of the day, I decided that that did indeed count as crawling because your arms were straight, your legs at 90 degree angles, and you had covered some distance. But I didn't need to worry!  That evening, you did a full-out crawl!  You were on one end of the floor mat and I thoughtlessly placed a container of Clorox wipes on the other end.  You wanted to get to that new object, and nothing was going to stop you!  You crawled, one hand in front of the other, one knee at a time, across the floor to that container, then proudly grabbed it and banged on it like a drum. I am so proud of my little crawler!