"You'll wish he didn't..."

His non-traditional crawl position.

....and again, Yes, I do!! Everyone told me to cherish his first few months, how I'd want them back once the newborness was gone. Nope. First of all, I'm not so much a fan of newborns. I'd love another, but not because I want a newborn. Second, the first 4 months were rife with crying, anxiety and a general overwhelming angst. I don't want any of that back, I don't miss it, I'm glad I barely remember it.

FFW...I started wishing he'd crawl around 6 months. I was warned I'd be sorry and that there was no going back once he did. Perhaps, if he fulfilled my wish and crawled then, or even by 8 months, I'd have wished otherwise. In addition, I was scared that I was about to take on a new form of inconvenient locomotion: having to walk him everywhere, as he was doing that more than figuring out how to crawl. Months 9, 10, and almost 11 passed without success. He held off all the way until Scott's Birthday, November 23rd, making it 11 months and a week that I sported him on my arm through cooking, cleaning, teaching, and every other little thing.  As it is, he doesn't know he's crawling, he can only get into position when he's intending to walk and can't pull up.  Regardless, Boy, can I tell you, I am one happy Mamma now that he can get places on his own!! We're happy he let us get through the Thanksgiving sickness before he went totally mobile, allowing Mom to get the house uber clean yesterday.


Oooh and I think I just got a really clear "Mom"...they only come when he wants something...like now...so I better skidattle!