On the move

William is officially a mover and a shaker. He started crawling last Wednesday, July 23. His moves are not the standard crawl-like ones. He scrunches one leg up under him and drags the other one. Definitely not standard, but it works and he gets around. Everywhere. Lucky for me, he still doesn't move too fast. I remember Henry going fast from the moment he learned how to move. He rolled himself fast, he speed crawled and then his first steps were running ones between Patrick and I.

He loves this new found independence and wants to be set down, not carried or held, everywhere we go. He also has been refusing to be put down in a sitting position. So our choices are to hold his hands and let him bounce or lay him flat on his tummy from which he will push up and crawl somewhere.

He is a good baby and remains very good natured and happy; however, with this mobility he's becoming a little bit mischievous. It's a quiet mischief though. He will be happily playing in the living room while I run to the kitchen and when I return he's on the rug by the french doors chewing on Henry's Crocs. Yes, he chewed on them. Gross. I have to find a new place for our shoes.

He also pulls himself up to things now. He is so proud of this accomplishment. The only problem is that he hasn't figured out how to get down from this standing position yet. If I'm not close by, he gets wobbly and tips sideways. He follows toys and ends up underneath things. Here he is under his Jumperoo. "How did I get under here?"
William at his favorite new hot spot. The shoe rug.

William crawling.