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Elliott is crawling. With pace!
What can I say? My boy's a mover and a shaker. Fern at this stage was rolling. One way. Elliott is not only crawling but pulling himself up to sitting and - this week - actually pulling himself to standing and holding onto stuff. Like the body of our sleeping Labrador, for instance. Last night I found him draped over the dog, clutching onto his fur. If only I'd had a saddle I think he might well have taken him for a gallop about the living room. My oh my.
Here is the evidence. Don't mind the uncut grass. Or the sweet potato all over said sonny's face:
Gotta love the boy. And I do folks, I do...