Up and About

Okay. So I'm not as fond of my walker now as I was before. You see, I can do a lot of things on my own now. No, no, don't get too excited. I can't walk yet. But I can pull myself up to stand. Quite easily, too, if I may say so. I can also sit on my own and I can crawl properly now. Though I still do the commando-crawl if I want to get somewhere fast. For those who do not know what "commando-crawling" is all about, I'll put up a video-clip of me doing that on my next post.

My Mum thinks that I'm not gaining much weight and she's a bit worried. But hey, all the crawlings about the house, so much to see, so much to touch and smell and taste ( yucks, I almost put a beetle inside my mouth the other day ) - all those burn energy, you know. Luckily I still like to eat. I'm not very finicky when it comes to eating, not yet anyway.

But ah, I still like to be carried. It's a wonderful feeling, to be held up high, safe and snug in the arms of the adults and the not-so-adults. It makes me feel safe. And loved.