And so we enter that awful world of "What can your baby do" a.k.a "Is your baby as fabulous as mine"? So if you are like me and compare your child to every other one to determine where in the "corporation" your baby lies (basement in the mail room or penthouse with the view), then don't read this as you will only feel better than me and I can't have that.
So Owen does not crawl. (dramatic pause)
He does try and gets frustrated (all good signs). Every attempt ends up in a roll. But at least he still gets around like a steamroller. And crawling isn't a developmental milestone. But everyone asks if he is crawling yet and I feel like I have to justify why he doesn't. "He is too good at rolling"..."I think he will just go straight to walking"..."I never crawled"... So I am here, proclaiming once and for all that no he doesn't crawl and I am becoming ok with that. But there was a time when I worried what the future would hold. How ridiculous am I?? Like crawling or playing with toys properly or waving (no he doesn't do this either) will determine his grade average in high school. So my new mantra is "He won't be doing (fill in missing skill/bad habit) when he is 14 years old so I won't worry about it".
Plus I realise that for everything Owen doesn't do he does a million other amazing wonderful things. Primarily he is such a wonderful baby, I almost don't care that he doesn't scoot around. Every smile outweighs an inch crawled.
So I have made my confession. And as always to redeem myself I supply a photo.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
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