Noah’s ability to propel himself in the direction of his choice has been improving on a daily basis for the last week, and today, he started really crawling.

At first, I wasn’t sure. He’d get himself up into forward-motion position, then put his face down and blow a raspberry on my leg. Crawling? Or trying but failing?

Then I picked up Noah’s toy remote, and started playing with the clicky buttons just out of his reach. He went into crawling position (a lot like downward dog, in yoga) and moved to grab it. Because I’m mean like that, I moved it another 6 inches out of range. Noah kept moving. In less than a minute, he’d crawled forward 5 feet.

I think our labor day project will be babyproofing.

That, and cleaning out the office/guestroom so that it functions plausibly as both by the following weekend, when Grandma comes to visit!