Jan and Joan (from the school district) have encouraged us to get Timothy to climb over things in order to get used to pulling himself up. The easiest obstacles are ourselves, and so one of us will lie on the living room floor looking at the ceiling, holding a toy on our stomach. Half the time he crawls to you and pulls himself up — the other half of the time, he just shakes his head and crawls in the opposite direction.
It’s fun to see him pulling himself up and over something, though that joy is tempered a little if you have tears in your eyes from T using your cheek, nose or chest hair as his primary anchor.
If you look at our living room, you would think that we were expecting a flood. Many of the things normally placed on the floor – like trashcans and the basket of newspapers — are sitting up on chairs or other surfaces in order to keep them well out of reach of Hurricane Timothy. It certainly makes the house safer for the little creeper, though I worry about what it’s doing to our feng shui.
Timothy is a little crawling machine these days, and, like any kid, he continues to love trying to get to anywhere he shouldn’t be (lamp cords, computer cables, etc), knocking things over (bathroom vent) and pulling down any unsuspecting purse or objects hanging from a chair.
One of his favorite games is to crawl toward a ball. He grasps at the ball with his hand, which often sends the ball across the hardwood floor, and he scoots right after it, all of which looks like polo for babies.
Timothy is still using mostly his arms to get himself around but will also sometimes use his legs to push off the floor. Laura says that the little man’s crawling style resembles Dr Seuss’ Grinch when he slides around on his belly, stealing his way through Whoville.
When I told a friend that T started crawling at a year old, he replied “Oh, he’ll walk in no time.” That was encouraging to hear, but after wondering whether he was on the verge of crawling for 6 months, we know that he’ll do it on his timetable, which could be a month or a year. It’s hard not to wonder when he’ll walk, but we know that we should just sit on our hands and be patient and try to appreciate this purse pulling/vent knocking off phase of his infancy.
Timothy is eating a little bit of everything these days, from tiny pieces of meat to morsels of bread to new varieties of baby food. He is feeding himself more, which is important for his fine motor skills (using his fingers) and probably also for learning a life skill that helps him be less dependent upon us for eating. We put bits of food on the tray of his high chair, and he swoops in with his hand and tosses them into his mouth.
But we can’t forget a few months ago when he first started eating his little flavored puffs. He was downing the treat like he was snacking on pretzels while watching football. We would put a puff on his tray and it would disappear quickly, and so we’d put another down and away it would go. We were surprised at how quickly he was eating his snacks. Then about a week later, we decided to clean out his high chair, and when we lifted up the seat pad on his high chair, it started raining puffs. It was like one of those old jokes where the door to a closet filled with ping pong balls is opened and the ping pong balls come pouring out (though five day old moist puffs sound a little different when they hit the floor).
This whole time we thought that he was an eating machine. Instead, he was either innocently dropping the puffs, or else pulling a bait and switch by squirreling them away for future snacks.
I’d just like to know whose side of the family he got that Grinch crawling thing from.