My baby is almost crawling. He is trying so hard. He scoots backwards and can turn in a full circle. He raises up on all fours, squeals in delight and drops back down on his belly. I, on the other hand, am forced to swallow the big lump in my throat.
It won't be long now. Maybe a couple more weeks. And he'll be scooting all over the place. But we've had a long talk, Will and I, and he promises me that he will do most of his crawling to one place...my lap. And we'll both be happy. 
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