Army Crawl - Accomplished

Last night, Charlotte did her first official "crawl" across the floor. At 6 moths old, it was less crawl-ee and more paraplegic-dragging-himself-to-watering-hole -- but she moved allll the way across the living room by herself! Wiggling that little butt, stretching her chunky little arms...it was adorable. I found myself calling to her like a puppy -- "c'mon, you can do it! come to Mommy! Get your toy, get your toy! Gooood girl!" I don't know if she'll remember that, but I think it's on video, so she'll surely look at me with the stink eye when she's older.

Somehow, my Jew is the only one that can make her laugh now. It used to be me, blowing on her tummy or burying my head in her ribs to tickle her. But now she just smiles at me when I do it -- kind of like I'm a moron who's trying way too hard to make a baby giggle. Abram does the exact same things I do and she cracks the hell up. Crazy screeches, baby giggles, kicks and grabs -- it makes me want to kick him. Does she not like me anymore? What am I doing wrong? Grrr!

I'll get over it. She's just as adorable when she's stoic and not giggling too....