I knew this day would come. Samuel is moving around now. I just imagined a more traditional method of transport.
Through a series of awkward maneuvering, side-ways wiggling, and few irregular clutch-and-pulls, Samuel has officially become mobile in his 9th month! The object of his affection? Anything off limits, out of reach, and naughty. Tiny toys, pointy parts, outlets, and remote controls.
The girls have learned to anticipate his go-to items. They are experts at intercepting objects in his pathway, and gently relocating them.
But when he's in the zone, he's like a heat-seeking missile; he won't let up until he gets his target.
And what does he lock his radar on? His toys? Pfft! Those are for babies. He's got a much more sophisticated palate.