NJ has been inching up to this moment for a few days now, and today she made it official: She is a Crawler.
She started off the week of July 4th by honing her sideways skittering skills, moving all over the basement in a sitting position. By Monday she was taking one step forward while in the crawling position, then falling on her belly. Tuesday she did some more of that, but when she belly-flopped she'd assume the position and take another step. This morning, The Wife assured me that "She's crawling now, definitely." And sure enough, she's been zipping all over my basement office today. Turns out there's lots of stuff in here to worry about! Like this file cabinet:
This is so easy I can do it with my eyes shut!
Or the computer, on the floor underneath the dangerous wood-and-cast-iron desk:
M-Z, huh? So I'm in this one, right?
And, of course, there's my chair:
Brace yourself for the Blue Screen of Death, Daddy!
There's still a bit of quivering unsteadiness when she crawls, but it's getting better and her skills have improved markedly just since this morning. Soon she'll be chasing down the dogs and shimmying up table legs. I'm going to have to step up my game.
My tiny little fingers would fit just perfectly under this wheel. Or even inside the wheel's grooves. Oh, but wouldn't that be a bloody, screaming mess, Daddy? Better not take your eyes off me EVER!