Well, ain't this a cup of beans. Ronin hasn't shown much interest in sitting up, but this morning, as God is my witness (and who else would be, it's way too early) Ronin did his first crawling.
For about a month, he's been moving around on the floor. After mastering the pushup, he started scooting backwards, because his hands and arms were so much stronger than his legs. Then he learned that he could cover a lot more ground by rolling over laterally, so if he wants to get somewhere fast, he barrels across the room that way. Now, today, for the first time, I've seen him scoot forward, crawling after something, following it as it rolled away from him.
The "something" in question is his saline nasal spray can. He loves it. It's one of the objects that most fascinates him. Maybe because it always gets away. It's too smooth and round to really put in his mouth, and although he can grasp it, as soon as he lets it go it falls and rolls out of reach. So desirable.
So he's started crawling after it. You just never know what's going to motivate someone in life. But how to motivate him to sit? I had these visions of Ronin's sitting quietly, playing with toys and cooing. Maybe he'd even be loud, bashing at things, but he'd be sitting there, in one place. Yet another motherhood delusion shattered. He's rolling and scooting and can't be bothered to sit. Watch out, cats!
Perhaps that's why I've posted this picture. In this shot, Ronin is immobile, and our cat Bagheera is bigger than he is. Within just a few short weeks, things have changed so much. The cats better rest up and enjoy having their tails to themselves for just a little while longer. Little drooly wet crawly hands will soon be grabbing for fistfuls of fur.
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