And he’s off!

Finally moving! He started a funny wee crawl the afternoon of his birthday party.   I was a little worried that there was something wrong with one of his legs as he was dragging it around like a dead weight, but no, thankfully he was just sorting out his limbs.  Now he crawls all about the house, a man on a mission. Favourite places to try to get to before I get to him are of course the toilet, the rubbish tin, the doors and the power sockets. Time to get child proofing!

So proud of him. The development therapist that is working with him is super impressed with how his gross motor skills are progressing in relation to his oxygen levels. He is such a champ – seeing that nappied bum crawl away from me on an adventure is just the coolest, coolest thing! Go Albie, go!