AJ is now crawling. For a couple of weeks now he has been getting up on his hands and knees and rocking, then he went up onto his feet and would sort of step forward and then fall on his belly making him that much closer to his desired destination which is usually the pile of cords to various things near the couch. (He hasn't learned the meaning of "no" yet.) He wasn't sure what to do with his hands but he has figured it out now. Last night he started plodding along putting one hand in front of the other and his knees (or feet) followed.
And he is only going to get faster.
I am so proud!
I am so scared.
If I thought looking after AJ was tough before, I will constantly be on my toes. Literally. He is an incredibly busy boy. In fact, I jokingly diagnosed him with ADHD in utero because of his constant busyness. Yeah, I know, ignorant. I mean no offense to those who actually suffer with ADHD. That is what crossed my mind, though ,as he was growing into a budding gymnast inside of me.
So maybe I will sleep better now since I will be spending most of my days chasing after "the road runner." Beep beep.
I have no greater JOY than to hear that my children are walking (or crawling) in the truth.
3 John 1:4