We have a creepy crawly in our apartment. He’s about 30 inches long, two legs, two arms, and is often referred to as Little Guy (which is also the name of my parents’ dog, interestingly).
Our son has learned to move. And he does it every chance he gets. He’s nearly 9 months old and over the last few days has started moving in a combination of crawling/creeping. But whatever you call it, he gets around!
This just hit home a few minutes ago when I turned my back on him and when I looked again just a few seconds later he had crawled over to the crayons that his sisters had left out before nap time and was about to stuff them into his mouth.
Although this stage is fun, I really hate the “I have to vacuum every day” stage. But it’s also the “He’ll laugh at anything, make your heart sing with joy” stage. I guess it’s a fair trade.