Today was an exciting day for me. My son, who is now almost 11 months old, has crawled for the first time. He's a bit of a mover and shaker. He couldn't wait to figure the whole "crawling" thing out, and has actually been locomoting by rolling around on the floor for well over two months now. Arm up, out of the way. Back to front, front to back. Pushing his foot on stationary objects and twisting to change his direction. But today, he crawled. For the first time.
And I'm revel in his accomplishment. Because just a short three years ago, I, myself, learned how to walk. Again.
And I'm revel in his accomplishment. Because just a short three years ago, I, myself, learned how to walk. Again.
