Crawling Coaches
Poor Cora. She just finally learned to crawl forward the other day. She's still pretty halting. Three or four feet at a time, and she's wobbly and unsure of herself. She actually looks like a newborn deer learning to walk. The boys are so excited to see her making forward progress, but, of course, being little boys what they want from her now is speed. So this morning they became her official crawling coaches. They've been giving her unofficial lessons for weeks, but now the focus is on teaching her to crawl quickly.
They lined up all of her favorite toys about 6 feet in front of her. One of the boys got down on all fours beside her while the other stood by the toys with a "flag." For the life of me I can't figure out how they know to start a race with the wave of a flag. They've never watched car racing. Anyway, the boy with the flag would hold his little arm up in the air, count down, and drop the flag shouting, "Go!" Then the boy whose turn it was to crawl with her would take off from the starting line and beat her to the toys. I don't know if they were inspiring her to crawl quickly because they were, trying to make her jealous by getting to her toys first, or some other tactic. None of them worked. She thought it was the best show she'd ever seen. She flopped down onto her belly and laughed at their antics. She didn't budge an inch.
Poor boys. Maybe someday they'll understand. That little girlie machine just was not built for speed...
They lined up all of her favorite toys about 6 feet in front of her. One of the boys got down on all fours beside her while the other stood by the toys with a "flag." For the life of me I can't figure out how they know to start a race with the wave of a flag. They've never watched car racing. Anyway, the boy with the flag would hold his little arm up in the air, count down, and drop the flag shouting, "Go!" Then the boy whose turn it was to crawl with her would take off from the starting line and beat her to the toys. I don't know if they were inspiring her to crawl quickly because they were, trying to make her jealous by getting to her toys first, or some other tactic. None of them worked. She thought it was the best show she'd ever seen. She flopped down onto her belly and laughed at their antics. She didn't budge an inch.
Poor boys. Maybe someday they'll understand. That little girlie machine just was not built for speed...
