George started crawling when he was five months and one week old. First we had rolling and I was fine with that. Soon after he worked out how to get onto all fours and again I was okay with that. But then he started moving. He'd rock and stretch and lose balance a topple and squirm but slowly he started moving forwards. Then the muscles got stronger and the coordination improved. Unlike Alby he never went backwards instead he's come up with this bunny hop technique with his legs propelling him forwards when he gets tired. He hasn't totally mastered it yet and the effort can wear him out but he' reached the six month milestone having learnt to crawl before he could properly sit up and I do not approve.
And then on Thursday, the day he turned six months, I disapproved some more when he mastered sitting up unaided. I remember sitting a lot with Alby helping him to get his balance in those early months so he wouldn't just face plant but I can't claim the same memories with George. He's basically sorted it out himself. He worked out how to tuck his legs under him and push back when crawling to get into the sitting position and over the past week has become increasingly upright so now he sits fine. And I do not approve.
I went to a wedding yesterday where there was a little girl two weeks older than George who can't sit at all let alone crawl. That I fully approve of. Time moves too quickly anyway without George rushing it along little goblin.
Of course we've had a good number of accidents with this early learning silliness. In the past week he crawled off the bed (my bad really for leaving Alby to supervise for the two minutes I turned my back on them both) he rolled against a hot pipe and burnt his skin, he got trapped under the bunk beds, the tv unit and his swing seat and has banged his head in every possible corner in the house. I guess I should claim a silver lining in the fact that all the bumps give me extra cuddle time but I'm afraid I'm too busy disapproving.
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