I'm on all fours. I'm moving my legs... how come I'm not going forward? Unh! Unh! Well at least I made it off that mat... oooh, a table leg! Edible? I intend to find out.
Step by (not-quite) step, Leo is learning to crawl. We only showed him a
little how to do it. Mostly he is figuring it out on his own. It helps that with the warmer weather he can be barefoot now (better traction). Possibly he was inspired by the visit of elder cousin Danny this past weekend, who demonstrated the joys of running and jumping. In any case, once again, he seems to have become even more of a little boy and less of a big baby.
We don't get too many occasions to have a photo of the three of us together. My mother caught us during a recent day spent casually moving. (We're only going a few miles and have weeks to do it, with a stopover at my parents'.) So here's the whole little family!
We will certainly miss some things about living in this house (we're moving in a week, from our current house-sitting arrangement to our own apartment). This place has quite a lovely backyard that we were enjoying, up until the weather turned wet and cold. Paul claims to like this, but I believe he's just saying it out of national pride. He certainly doesn't poke his nose outside any more than he absolutely has to.
tarting to get some wear. Yup, our little Leo is starting to plump down on his tush, though still steadying himself with one or two hands, in a variation of crawling mode, for the most part. It's a whole new view on the world. But his accomplishment hasn't gone to his head (probably because now he knows what it feels like to keel over and bump his head from a higher height--ouch!). Here he is caught in his new act by my mother.
