Inchworm ... Inchworm ...

Or maybe I should say centi-meter-pede. Bobby's definitely starting to figure out that feet, belly, face and hands can be used to propel a person forward. He's moving in pretty tiny increments, but if we put a toy just out of reach, he can squirm forward to get it. In fact, he seems to have given up any interest at all in rolling over, since being on his tummy seems to be his best prospect for lateral movement (sooner or later he's bound to figure out that he can get someplace by rolling over a few times, but that hasn't kicked in yet). The other day I left him on his back on the floor of his room while I stepped out to throw a load of laundry in the machine -- when I stepped back in, he was on his tummy. He hasn't been able to repeat it, though.

He's also become a really good sitter and reacher. He can bend forward from a sitting position, grab a toy, and then return to sitting upright. Then he pitches over sideways onto my lap. But the first part is good. Last night we put him on a blanket next to his friend Sylvie, who's two months older and a very accomplished sitter & reacher. Bobby's reaching skills improved considerably just from watching her and trying it himself. I'm proud to report that Sylvie's push-up skills improved from watching Bobby hold up his head and chest while he's on his tummy (or so her mother claims).

Mom

Big Sitting-Up Boy!

Roger called me into the room on Friday morning, saying "you should see this." I peered into the crib and there was Bobby, sitting up all by himself! His posture's pretty lousy and he tends to tip over quite a bit, but there he was! I was in the process of getting photographic evidence when Jude arrived, so we all got to witness it together. Jude had gotten him to sit up on Tuesday by propping him up on the Boppy and then slowly taking it away, but this time Roger just sat him there and then let go.

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