Yesterday, just after I had finished whining to a friend that my kids are behind in the gross motor skills department, Wren decided to crawl. Or creep. Or something. She puts her hands waaay out in front, pushes up on them, wiggles her legs forward, and collapses. Puts her hands waaaaay out in front . . . etc. It’s slow, but it gets her there. “There” being “closer to the filth-encrusted wheels of the stroller which are so tasty awwmmmphhhhh (slurp slurp).”
Robin watches her with horrified fascination as he fastidiously picks lint from his onesie.