Edith still hasn’t figured out how to crawl, but she’s working on it really hard. Because I watch her all day, I’ve learned a lot about what it takes to learn to crawl. Persistence! Coordination! Strength! She has figured out how to push the front half of her body up. And she has figured out how to push the back half of her body up. She has figured out how to push off with her feet and legs so that she would be moving forward were the front half of her body not on the floor. She has figured out how to barrel roll around. She has figured out how to push herself along the floor backwards, and does that pretty regularly. Today she did downward-facing dog on the porch for probably thirty minutes, smushing her face directly into her play mat and displaying her diaper to the gods.
But no matter how hard she tries, she cannot seem to figure out how to push up AND forward at the same time.
“I never realized how many ways there are to not crawl,” I tell her. “You are really good at being bad at this.”
Really, I’m in no hurry for her to figure this out, because the last thing I want to make time for right now is baby-proofing this house.
Grant figured out how to swim around the floor long before he figured out crawling. His desire to chase his siblings and knock things down on top of himself was greater than his desire to do these things in a comfortable manner.