Hello, my peoples! This week, I figured out how to move myself forward on my tummy. It's not actually crawling, mind you, more like playing inch worm with my arms. I reach out with my little fingers and forearms and then pull the floor toward me. Except, well, the floor doesn't move, I do (unless I'm on a blanket or something).
Mommy and Daddy thought this was fantastic for a little while and Daddy started calling me "Scooter." Then they figured out that this means I can basically go where ever I want now, grab anything I can get my hands on and put them in my mouth. Stereo system! Yum! Fireplace! Delicious! Electrical cords! Woo HOO! Hey! I was eating that! I don't think I've heard the phrase "NO, Sofia!" so many times in an hour.
Anyway, after a few days of this fantastic fun, Mommy and Daddy started saying things like "baby proofing" and "baby fencing" and "gerbil runs." I'm not sure what that's all about, but I've noticed that they pay a lot more attention to me when I'm on the floor.
See more scooting video at my YouTube site.
Love, kisses and rug burns,
Sofia
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