Learning To Crawl

The Man Cub has come a long way since I wrote about him last. He already has a couple little fangs of his own coming in, and just lately he’s started working on crawling.

Problem is, his head is still way out of proportion with the rest of his body (see above), looming over it like a boulder teetering on a beanpole. But our Man Cub has figured out the solution when your head is bigger than your arms are long – use your head to pull you along.

He starts with the squirmey fish thing with his legs, then places his forehead on the ground and hunches his shoulders – voila – he’s creeped forward a miniscule increment. Repeat, etc. His arms come along for the ride, but just as often as not, one thumb is lodged in his mouth and even when it’s not, his forepaws still don’t bring much to the party yet.

His legs, however, are getting mighty strong. As long as somebody is there to balance him, he can already support himself standing up. And it pleases him mightily to be able to do so.

That’s actually his finest attribute: He’s a happy Man Cub. Smiles a lot. Laughs. Needs a lot of personal attention and has a joy-shriek that peels paint, but overall… Somehow, inexplicably, his generally depressive parents have yielded a youngling with a better-than-average disposition.

This might work out after all.