In case you were wondering, he’s officially on the move. As Thanksgiving weekend drew to a close, Max decided the time had come to sit up unsupported (more or less). Later that same day he mastered rolling front to back and back to front.
Now, he can, and nearly always does, roll to his heart’s content. Often half way across the living room in search of a ring or crinkle toy or sister that got away from him.
Yesterday, I even saw him army crawl – two scoots to reach his “it’s a boy” balloon.
Put Polly Pocket on notice: this boy’s moving and anything smaller than a toilet paper tube is going into quarantine!