Big doings this weekend. First, after weeks of getting up on all fours and leaning purposefully forward, followed by weeks of rolling and wiggling that approximated forward motion, the boy managed an honest-to-goodness crawl. By the end of the weekend he was doing it enough that I was able to shoot a video, although the mesmerizing presence of the camera slowed him down a bit.
Pretty good work for a holiday weekend, but he didn’t stop there. Opa came over on Saturday for a family cookout. Conrad was lying on the rug between him and Jean. I looked down and said, “Say Dada.” He looked up at me and said, “Dada.” We were pretty stunned. Of course he hasn’t done it again since. When I try to get him to do it he gets what I imagine to be a performance-anxiety face, as though he’s thinking, “Daddy wants me to do something but I’m not sure what it is.”