That's right folks...the days of being able to put Carrie in one place and come back 30 seconds later safe in the knowledge that she'll still be where you sat her down are OVER. We officially entered the crawling stage Saturday morning (around 9:30am for those interested!). We had a Christmas party at our house the previous evening, so our house was a bit, um, disheveled you could say on Saturday morning. Carrie woke up around 9 as usual, ate, and then we plopped down on the playmat to say good morning to all of our water friends on the playmat. Except she apparently had a different idea, one that included the shoes I happened to be wearing the night before. They were about 3 feet away from her, so she fell over on her side, rolled on her belly, and started pulling herself along the floor till she reached my shoes. WHAT?!?!
It was like she woke up that morning and said to herself "You know, just sitting is a bit boring. I think I'll try moving today!" The only indications we've had before this was when she'd get up on all fours and rock back and forth. She doesn't really crawl on all fours yet. It's more of an army crawl, really. She reminds me of a Marine, really. :) You set her down in the middle of a room (our living room, where the Christmas tree is for example). She takes note of all of her surroundings - the tree, the presents underneath, the wrapping paper to the side, the couch. She decides on a target - the presents. Then she does that flop over on her side, roll on the belly thing then makes a beeline for her target. The other day I was baking cookies and had to leave the room for about a minute to remove them from the oven. By the time I returned she was unwrapping bows on the gifts under the tree.
Yes, just when you think you have this parenting thing somewhat down and don't feel like a complete blundering idiot, the kid goes and changes the game on you...
