A week or so ago now (my time has gotten away from me) our little girl finally made the big move. That's right folks, she's crawling! I've suspected she could crawl for a while now, she just needed the proper motivation. Come to find out, all it took was a TV remote control to motivate her to mosey her way across the room. Since then she has been a girl on the run, I mean crawl.
Her favorite past time (which scared the begeezuz out of me the first time it happened) is to crawl under the coffee table and hang out. Then once that is complete, she moves on to Tula, where she plays with her feet and gets some nice kisses. After a rest, it's on to "help" dad read the newspaper and then back to her mat to play with some toys.
Man this girl is busy! Why did I want her to crawl again?