Bottoms up

He's trying to crawl. He really is. He scooted forward almost two inches today.

But my seven-month-old is having a really hard time motivating himself toward mobility. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that his siblings are just so kind and thoughtful. They simply can't stand the sight of him stretching and straining to reach something on the floor that is just out of reach. Never mind the fact that I put it there on purpose. The second they see him struggling, they push that toy right under his nose.

"I give Jacob his toy, Mommy!" Caleb will announce. "Is this so kind of me?" Abby will ask, placing the toy firmly in her littlest brother's grasp.

Or maybe it has something to do with how delicious our floors are. Because it seems every time little Jacob manages to pull his knees up under him, the potential for scooting is stopped short while he licks the carpet instead.

That's alright. He still rolls with the best of them. What he lacks in forward mobility he well makes up for in side-to-side travel.