The past couple weeks I was almost crawling. Starting on Saturday, I took the plunge and crawled a few paces to nab Daddy’s water bottle after he unwittingly set it on the floor. I continued doing short crawls over the next couple days, even showing off my new abilities to Grandma Barb and Grandpa Bruce. Last night I crawled halfway across the room. I’m getting the hang of this, despite the difficult hardwood floors.
In other news, I’m still adorable.
356 days, 7 hours, 1 minutes old