So This is Happening.

Yes, that is a baby, up on his hands and knees, rocking back and forth and attempting to crawl.

So he gets himself up

Then he sort of plops forward, pushing himself towards whatever it is his little heart desires.

Then perhaps a breather, before trying to do it again.

Worse comes to worse, there is always rolling as a means to traveling.

Please note, he is not even seven months old yet. And my house is still completely unbaby-proofed (because by the time Ellie started letting me be out of her sight for more than an instant she was walking, talking, and understood the concept of not sticking her fingers in outlets.) I am not quite prepared for how fast he is growing.

I am also not prepared to be up in the middle of the night again, helping him get back to sleep when his brain wakes him up by having him practice crawling in his sleep. Babies are crazy.