Dear Spike:
You’re still not crawling. Rather, you’ve found your own very... um... unique way of getting from Point A to Point B.
It sort of starts as a crawl, but then you push up on all fours, slide down onto your belly, roll over and squirm sideways, then roll a few more times before getting up into a crawling position and starting again.
“What the hell is she doing?” I asked your mother last week.
“Oh that? That’s her Lieutenant Dan crawl.”
“Lieutenant Dan?”
“Yeah, like in Forest Gump — the part after he loses his legs.”
Love,
dad
4 comments:
Hey, as long as it gets her where she needs to go! :-)
Vi-de-o
Vi-de-o
Okay so if Spike gets to be Lieutenant Dan, Tadpole SO gets to be Forrest Gump!!
Our poor children.
Hugs,
K
I agree with Aunt Kelly, we have got to see this ! Oh, blog-master, make it happen.
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