Blanden is not a big fan of spending time on his tummy, to put it mildly, so Ed and I figured (with some relief, we admit) that we may have quite a bit of time left before he learns to crawl.
Or maybe not ...
This afternoon, I put Blanden down on his back on his playmat near me while I worked. A little while later, I noticed that his babbling and the rattling of his toys had gone quiet, and he appeared to be concentrating on something. Sure enough, when I looked over, he had flipped himself over and was slowly making his way toward the kitchen, rocking and rolling and scooting along like a little inchworm. I let him go, until he came a little too close to a small cast-iron statue of a dog that had caught his eye, then promptly flipped him back around toward his playmat. He enjoyed a good 15 minutes or so moving around in circles like this -- the longest I have ever seen him enjoy tummy time. He just might be getting the hang of this.
P.S. He did start the day out with socks, but he has pulled both of them off several times now to play with his feet (he loves his feet), and at this point I'm not sure where one of the socks is...Ah, well.
