So we decided (once again) to really get the absolute most out of our aquarium membership. We even brought the kids (because the law frowns upon leaving them at home unattended). And Charlie got to explore his latest skill: Crawling. He crawled before this but it wasn't quite there. Given his chub, his crawling was a laboured, arm-driven activity that more closely resembled Roseanne Barr trying to escape from prison after being shot in the kneecaps.
But now he does the real thing. You can hear him coming. He slaps his palms hard against the ground as he goes, cooing with delight at his new found independence and mobility. It must be a pretty cool feeling for him. He seems like such a happy, chilled out dude (unless it is 3am) and monitoring his movements is like watching a new species of shark you just tagged: Where will it go? Why is it touching that? Is this a show of aggression or a bonding ritual?
We can't wait for him to walk. Or maybe we can.
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