I’m still holding on in fervent, false hope that our child will remain relatively immobile until we come back from Florida in mid-August. I have regular daydreams that involve him ingesting handfuls of sand…
While I’m not doing anything to discourage him from crawling, I’m also not encouraging it in any active way. I am starting to feel increasingly bad for the little guy, however, as he gets more and more frustrated by the day (demonstrated by grunts, moans, and sometimes face-down-in-the-carpet crying) at his lack of the ability to move himself more directly from place to place. He shuffles on his tummy and is very good at rolling consecutively as many times as it takes to get to what he wants–but he so clearly wants to be able to get directly from Point A to Point B (usually involving a quest for some sort of cord or other electrical wire) that I do feel for him. I might even start encouraging the crawling if I didn’t already live in constant fear that he will pull some sort of large, electrical appliance down on top of his head by the cord (much as he did with his clothes hamper the other day).
I also have a feeling that he doesn’t need any encouragement from me…