He crawls ...

C awoke this morning with new determination and confidence. I set him on the floor next to L's bed and moments later he found me in the hallway, looking up from his all-fours position with a proud grin. I then moved to the kitchen to crack eggs in a skillet for breakfast and looked down to discover him inches from my feet, again with a "look-at-me-mama" smile on his sweet, slobbery face. These weren't the scoots and creeps he was doing yesterday to motor around, but full-on hands-and-knees crawling. Just as he woke one morning back in early winter with a new ability to babble, today seems to be a culmination of months of watching and learning.

Babies in our family wait for full strength and confidence before they start moving around. L was days from her first birthday before she put it all together and started to go. And N and I were well-past the one-year mark before we walked as infants. So for C, today marks a monumental accomplishment. I think somewhere in his tiny brain, he knows that, too.