"Uh-oh, I've been caught!"

Unless he was practicing in his bed, this was Silas' first attempt at crawling.

"Uh-oh, I've been caught!"

Years ago, 15 1/2 to be exact, Scott and I watched Brandon lift his chubby little tummy up off the floor. Thrilled to see this effort towards crawling we got down on the floor with him and cheered and encouraged and coaxed him to do it again. He was only 4 months old and that was the beginning of the end of a non-baby proofed home. It was only 4 months later that he graduated from crawling to walking. A short time later he was almost 16 years old, but wait that's not what I'm going to blog about today especially since I still have 2 months before that really happens.

Ok, back on track here, Silas just turned seven months old and it seems he wanted to enter his seventh month with bells on. No, he's not walking, but he is making big attempts to crawl. One day he just lay on his tummy on his cute little bear rug, then next thing you know he was up on his hands and knees, rocking and ready to take off. After seven children before Silas we know our life of ease (ha, ha, is there really such a thing with children?) is now over. He is schooching everywhere. I guess you can figure out that we aren't on the floor cheering him on. Nope, we are happy letting him figure things out on his own. After all it will be just a short time and he'll be turning 16 too.