I love putting together the children’s milestone pictures each month, they’ve always been the perfect way for me to actually get around to recording a little of what they were like and what they were up to each month. But there are some milestones that require a little bit more than a mention on their pictures, and Pip has just reached one.
As of last Thursday he was mobile, but would get around the room by rolling towards whatever he wanted, then pushing himself up to sitting and sort of bunny hopping and then flopping forwards to get to it. He would sit in the middle of the floor and then tip forward to being on all fours and stay there rocking back and forth and back and forth, desperately willing himself to move forward but not quite sure how to do it.
But Friday, Friday the penny dropped. I left him on the lounge floor and went to take a cup out to the kitchen and when I came back he was all the way over the other side of the room, quite a bit further than I thought he could get in that time by bunny hopping.
And sure enough, as I stood in the doorway he turned and with a mixture of ‘left then right’ and bunny hopping he scuttle-crawled all the way across until he was near enough to throw himself into my hands and come up for a cuddle.
And since then he’s only got quicker and quicker. We went up to Yorkshire to visit the family for the long weekend and he had a whale of a time cruising around Grandma’s lounge and across the kitchen floor, usually making a beeline for the telly, any one of a number of charming ornaments placed at just about his height, or the tea service. Fortunately for us, if not for him, he never actually attained any of his targets. Poor boy.
I find it fascinating that whereas both sisters commando crawled for a bit before figuring the bottom up in the air and on all fours crawling, Pip never bothered with the commando crawling, he was straight up on his knees. If he’s anything like his sisters on the speed crawling front though we’re going to have to watch out.
You’d think after three children our house would be fairly well baby proofed and it’s true that there’s nothing precious, or that belongs to H or me that is in the firing line any more, but as the sisters have grown up, so their bits and pieces have started to get smaller, and it’s just not good enough to put the really exciting and potentially edible things (conkers, play pizza toppings, small chunks of crayon) beyond his reach any more, we’re having to round them all up and keep them in pots on top of the play kitchen. And with it comes a new chapter in parenting the big sisters, that moment when you try to explain just why it’s really important that they don’t leave tiny pieces of lego, or their bead collection over the floor.
It seems that every stage with every child is a learning curve, no matter how many babies you’ve already brought through it, and I still have no idea what we’re doing about stair gates this time around.
But for the most part those are the thoughts in the back of my head, because at the moment in our house everything stops when you see this:
One little boy gearing himself up, finding the thing he wants to grab and chew, and setting off determinedly in pursuit. It’s the cutest thing since his sisters started to crawl!