My Son the Creepy Crawler!

One of Roman's many pre-crawling fruitless attempts at
creeping, slinking, scooting and generally getting from here to there.

The past few days have been a game of intense anticipation. In addition to eagerly awaiting the day that Roman, Matt and I will all finally be rid of our respective cold / swine flu / infection thingies, we have all been on pins and needles waiting for Roman to finally crawl.

No, we weren't sitting there in front of him willing him with intense stares to do it (not all the time anyway :)), but it's just that in the past week he has gone from being able to only get on all-fours and rock a little, to being able to do all sorts of other things, including crawling backwards, almost standing up from a sitting position, and sitting up from a complete laying position (If you don't have kids, these things may sound mundane, but to me and most parents it's tantamount to watching a spiritual revelation.).

Yesterday I thought I saw him crawl twice, but only maybe two movements in a row. This morning I was woken up by Matt running up the stairs (he had been down breakfasting with the little beast) and yelling "I saw him crawl! I saw him crawl!" And this time he'd taken 3 or 4 little crawls, making it indisputably real: we now officially have a little creepy crawler!

"Creepy?!" you say, "why creepy?"

Poor Roman. I've taken to calling him all sorts of silly names to describe his pre-crawling attempts at mobility: slug, frog, slithery slink, and today my friend Stacey called her son Hunter a "limpet," which I have also, in a last-ditch effort to call my child one more awkward thing, adopted for Roman. Creepy enough, right? Well now he also crawls.

But you don't have to take MY word for it.

The only way I could get Roman to crawl was by baiting him with the "forbidden fruit" that he LOVES to slobber on: the remote control. :) I have a feeling he'll be "selectively" showing off his skills for quite a convenient while.