At almost 8 months old Benedict has learnt the art of crawling. He only crawls for something worth crawling for though – if its the wind up music box playing “sur le pont d’Avignon,” he’ll crawl as fast as he can to the other side of the room. If its daddy making funny noises and trying to encourage him however, he’ll think about going, do a bit of teasing and move forward a little, and then laugh and turn his attention to something else.
I’ve started to “play dead” with him too. I’ll lie motionless on the other side of the room with my eyes closed, and if I wait patiently enough, I soon hear a small heavy handed “pat, pat, pat” getting closer to me. When he reaches me he puts his hands on my head, and if I’m not fast enough he’ll start pulling my hair. I’ll look up at him, and an inch away from my face he grins from cheek to cheek. He’s just like a little lion cub learning how to play.