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Hit the Ground Crawling

So admittedly it's been awhile since a mommy adventure has been documented via typing. The lack of stories mostly coincides with the end of maternity leave, but now the time has come to hit the ground of writing with some crawling.

At least Felicity seems to thinks it’s time to crawl. Only she’s finding that her body doesn’t want to cooperate yet. I noticed she wanted to crawl when she started making flips onto her tummy to signal the end of naptime. Then, during playtime, she’d flop onto her large middle and stretch her little fingers grabbing at the toy that rolled just out of reach. 

Toes push the ground, but her belly keeps her beached. And the most she’s managed is to scoot backwards or to rotate using her belly as an axis. But the crawling is coming soon.  She wants it badly. The little toes are starting to realize they need to push at the ground and determination to move forward fills her face with each passing day.

At the moment, crawling is a Mueller family theme. The process of discovering just which school Nathan will be going to has inched along. Mostly, we too seem to be turning on an axis waiting to see in which direction forward motion will start. Hopefully, soon that rotation will turn into movement forward; crawling, walking, and running.


Felicity though is welcome to take her sweet, precious baby time. I hear it takes a lot of effort to chase a baby around. 

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