I'm still almost crawling. Which, as my Dad reminds me, isn't crawling. Crawling would be better. That's what Dad says.
But I'm spending lots of time on the floor, rolling around back and forth from my belly to my back. I even learned how to sit up on my own.
It's not that I'm not trying to crawl. I'm trying real hard. I just haven't figured out how to do it yet.
Instead I just get all worked up and start kicking my legs and wiggling my arms really fast. Dad says it looks like I'm trying to swim. He does have a point.
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