Crawling!

Here I am doing it. You can see with your own eyes.

Now that I can crawl, Hobbes' life has become a lot more interesting. For example, now he has to endure a lot of chasing. And chasing is undoubtedly incredibly interesting for Hobbes.

What were we just discussing? I'll never tell. 

I am smiling because this step right here was supposed to work as a gate to keep me in the living room for at least a month or two after I started crawling.

Why do I climb the step? Because it's there. 

I like to practice standing up with my good old bosom pal, 
the step.

Mumsy confuses me. She *says* she doesn't want me to climb the step, and yet she puts her enticing shoes up there so she can get a picture of me climbing the step. Somebody investigate her.

Baby Needs Shoes