On the move

It's official Malcolm is crawling. For a little over a week now he has been, as a friend put it, 'creeping'. Not quite crawling but inching forward by stretching and compressing his whole body in a jerky move. More often than not he would give up and roll to get where he wanted. This afternoon Ashley and Malcolm headed down to the TV room as I was preparing dinner (its the only carpeted room in the house and only place we can safely put M down on the floor). They weren't down there very long before I heard Ashley tell Malcolm "hey, you can't do that!" and the two of them appeared back at the kitchen door and shared the news with me. Ashley had put Malcolm down on the floor, and Malcolm crawled commando style in a straight line over to the cables for the PS2 (his preferred play toy). Yes, I'm the one that spends all day with the little boy and it is his Daddy that gets to see him crawl for the first time. He happily demonstrated his new moves again after supper when he bee-lined for his toy box, tipped it over and pulled out all the toys one-by-one.