They had been happily rolling about for months, covering plenty of territory, but slowly.
Now? Not so much in the slow department.
Ferdie was first, though we expected Morty to take off long before Ferdie. Mostly because he (Morty) was constantly up on hands and knees rocking and always moving while Ferdie was content to lie about doing nothing, having his toys and entertainments delivered.
But, to our surprise, Ferdie was the first to figure out the squirm, as I call it. It would be generous to call it an army crawl, and it looked more like slow swimming than anything else. However, both have now perfected it, and it can now be rightly call an army crawl. I have to keep them in long pants and long sleeves, or their poor elbows and knees get quite the ridiculous rug burn.
There is nothing (on the floor) that they cannot and do not get into. They most especially like it when
And for your visual pleasure, let's play a little game called "Guess Who?" This is the only time (other than their baby blessing) that they have been dressed identically. In fact, Tom didn't even know we had two of these sleepers because I stuck one in a diaper bag as emergency back up. (And, for the record, the kids had no problem determining who was who. Except Lou, but I never expected her to.)