Someone got her chubby tummy off the floor and figured out the motion of the hands and legs to get going places! She's crawling!
She was doing really well wiggling and scooching and rolling around to get places, but she didn't seem to end up any closer to the toys that she was eyeing. Finally, she got it figured out how to go forward, and there's no stopping her now! She's on the move!
This all started on Thursday last week. She was at the babysitter's house and she really wanted to poke the sitter's baby. Right in the eye. Such pretty shiny eyes, must poke them. And she was motivated enough to crawl over there and give that cute baby a jab!
I walked into the sitter's house and saw her crawl! The sitter either feigned surprise or it really was her first crawl and I didn't miss anything. I'm not sure. But I saw her crawl and now of course, I'm happy that she waited till I got there to perform her new trick.
You know what this means, don't you? Oh yes, we've entered the "clean floor" stage. Not just clean, but uber-clean. In fact, she just found some lint under the end-table by the couch. Here we go!