Well Alaska Paska... this one is for you. Our little punky. This is the story of how you learned to crawl. Now before you knock it as "Momma's being too sentimental" you must understand that I am going to need to re-read this a few times when you are terrorizing the house at full speed. And then I will remember that I knew it was coming. There was a time I was prepared for your little fingers into everything.
You started at a baby's normal rate of army crawling it across the floor but all the while you would always ALWAYS be up on your hands and knees first. You knees would move according to theory and would run into your hands bending you in half. And then when you couldn't figure out how to move your hands forward you would flop into a belly crawl and scoot yourself to where you wanted to go.
This would happen over and over again. A few days later you were moving your hands according to theory as well as your knees but it was common for you to trip over yourself. You still wanted to move faster than you were currently able. So you would start off crawling, trip, army crawl, decide crawling was faster and back up to your hands and knees you would go.
This all happened remarkably fast. I have made it a rule to never compare you to any baby ('cause, let's be honest, they don't have a fighting chance) but sometimes I can't help but notice obvious differences. Like how alert you were from the very beginning, how you never banged your head around - you were always in perfect control - your very precise leg exercises and now your crawling learning curve. You are pretty awesome and I have a feeling you are going to achieve some pretty awesome things.
So go get 'em baby girl. In no time you're going to be running all over the place and peaking into drawers and slamming your fingers in cupboards. It's bound to happen and right now, I am ready for it.
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