For a while, I’ve been the opposite of a turtle. When Mommy put me on my back, I could roll over onto my tummy—no problem. But then I was kind of stuck. I would squirm and yell at the floor, but I just couldn’t get back onto my back.
I don’t know if you remember being my age, but there’s a certain amount of frustration when every minute life is getting more and more interesting, but your body doesn’t go where you want it to go. I often spotted something amazing, but when I tried to get to it, I would only achieve a face-plant. I’ll tell you what—the floor can only be interesting for so long.
It’s hard to pass the time when you’re limited on transportation. Most of the time, I’m content to find something to gnaw on. I feel a certain responsibility about leaving drool stains on everything and everyone. Until I learn how to write, consider it my signature. And I like to taste the world.
But lately, I’ve become more mobile. I’ve mastered baby position as well as turtle position. I can switch back and forth effortlessly. Plus, if I repeat these two positions, I’ve discovered I can gradually cover some distance. Using this method, I have been able to visit the legs of the couch, the head of the bed, and the tail of the dog. Whereas, if grown-ups catch on fire, they stop, drop, and roll. I have found that again—the opposite works for me.
Mommy and Daddy keep telling me I’ll be able to crawl before too long. For now, my current style is working rather well. Some might doubt my methods—but hey—this is how I roll.