I have just mastered the ‘crawl’. At least that is what my
mom calls it. As for me, I want to call it the big red. My knees are so red
after I move around on those hard floors. It is fun now that I can scramble all
over the place, all those interesting objects that I have spent the last 5 to 7
months staring at are now within grasping reach.
At first my mom was so encouraging. “Go honey!” “You are so
smart.” “Do you really have to travel that fast?” “Slow down, Freddy.” “Stop
it!” “No!”
Hmm? These are unfamiliar words. But… Almost like a game. If
I scramble really quickly towards something mommy said ‘no’ about, then I can
get her to play chase with me. Let me see. I scan the room and see a pretty,
flowered vase. That looks promising. I glance at mom. She notices and tries to
guess what I am targeting.
I begin to move towards it then pause and sit down and look
back at mom. What is her response? She is glaring challengingly at me with one
eyebrow raised as though saying, “Really?”
She gets sidetracked and I go into action. One chubby hand
against the hard wood floor, then my knee. Quick, quick, faster, I am almost
there. The flowery vase is within touching distance…
All of a sudden I am swung upward in the arms of my
beautiful mother. My stomach does a funny dance inside and I giggle in delight.
Scolding me gently, my mother sets me down again. “Freddy, stay out of
trouble.” She hands me a bowl with a spoon and a few other toys to play with,
then goes back to cooking dinner. Boring…What now? I search the room again. My
eyes light upon a subject and I grin, my drool hanging out of my mouth in
excitement. Yes, here I go again!
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