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.
Here’s
a picture of one of my coaches helping me master baby position.
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.
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