Knees

Well, world, I've finally done it! I've finally realized that I can get my belly up off the floor and crawl on my knees. Man, was I ever proud of myself! You should have seen the look of shock on Mommy's face. I still drop at times and do my old reliable army man crawl, but being up isn't too bad! I finally accomplished this feet at about 5:30 PM, Friday, February 26. I've gotten up on my knees for some time now, but I had yet to propel myself forward...until tonight. I have loved sleeping up on my knees, but crawling had to be mastered and I took my sweet time doing it.

However, I've been pulling myself up in my crib, at the edge of the couch, by the end table, on mommy and daddy's pant legs, whatever I can get my little busy hands on for well over a month now, maybe two. As long as I have something for security and balance I can take off! But again, tonight I almost accomplished another major feat immediately after I learned what it was like to be up on my knees: walking! I took one very tentative step before I hit the floor. I want to walk so badly, and I get my arms going, but I just haven't quite grasped balancing and moving. I can lunge well, and I certainly know how to shift my upper body forward, but putting it all together is taking all of my concentration. So look out! I think mommy and daddy are going to have a walker on their hands very, very soon! Crawling is great, but slow. Walking gets me where I want to be and into what I want to be into MUCH faster! Mommy thinks she has stuff put up where it's safe, but somehow I just manage to find it for her. I just want to show her that she hasn't lost anything!

And finally, I have added two more words to my list: cracker and cup. So, world, watch out...one very loud, vocal, busy little boy is off and running!