Slitherin' Fool

For the last three weeks or so, our house has been on red alert. Why, you ask? Because Little has gone mobile! He's a slitherin' fool. Not what you'd really call it crawling. More like slitherin' with great purpose in the direction of anything really interesting (to a 9-month-old). Dirty slippers, electrical wires, fans. Stuff you really don't want to see him get to.


For weeks we watched as he tried to move forward, but those damn legs (and cute little feet) just wouldn't get outta the way.


Then, one leg broke free, leaving one lonely little foot pinned under the weight of his little round belly.


Finally, the legs synchronized, which left the belly in full contact with the floor. And, this is where it has stayed.

But, it hasn't kept him from making headway. I should say it's not really slitherin'. It's more like... well, it's exactly like this. Imagine you're caught in a burning building. You drop to the floor to crawl out. As you point your nose to the exit, you realize (oh, shit!) your left leg is broken. With great effort, you throw both elbows forward and drag yourself to the exit, pushing with the toes of your one good leg and dragging the other like dead wood. Oh, and you're drooling profusely (must be the heat of the fire, or something). The spit-polished trail you're leaving on the floor will surely help the fireman track you, if you can't haul yourself out. That's it. That's it exactly.

It's the cutest thing we've ever seen (if a bit humbling at the weekly Tumble Tots program).