Little Pimento is stuck.
Not that she can't move herself around, because the rolling and scooching is surprisingly fast and effective when she wants to get across the living room to dump the dog's toy basket and chew on his (apparently) much better rubber toys. But she wants to do SO! MUCH! MORE!
We schlepped up to the play area at the mall today to meet some friends for a little air-conditioned physical activity, and Pimento was not satisfied to be prone while her big sis jumped and clambered on everything in sight. No, I was quickly drafted to play the role of body support while she drunkenly stomped around the padded floor, greeting everyone with a proud, open-mouthed grin.
Which is especially adorable with her three teeth-- the two prominent bottom incisors and one little bud of an incisor on her top left, thereby gaining another nickname from me: Fang.
I could handle my hunched-over walking-assistant duties for a few minutes at a time before lowering her to the floor for more crawling practice. She's very good at push-ups and will roll to one side with a provocative leg-extension and a come-hither gaze, usually followed by some bodily emission to remind you of why babies are not sexy. Cute, yes. Sexy, no.
Tonight, the mobility-quest continued with some visible hip-lifts as part of the push-ups. She's trying so hard! I know we're not far from full-on crawling, and I have to admit, I'm a little scared. As much as I want her to learn something new, I'm in no rush to endlessly chase her from room to room. Time to install the baby gates!
