My baby boy doesn’t crawl yet. He works his knees up under him, plants his face, and scoots along on his face. His nose is sore, but he gets where he needs to go… eventually.
The other night, I walked into his room and found him scooting in his sleep. His face was pressed up against the mattress, fast asleep, but his legs were slowly churning him forward, toward the corner of the crib. I left him to it and chuckled my way out of the room.
In the morning, I found him curled up again, about half a foot behind where he’d been scooting. Which means either he’s found a way to scoot backwards, or he’s been scooting laps around his crib while nobody’s looking. On his nose. In his sleep. ♥