Desperation

I hold her and she arches backwards, making impatient noises. I lay her down, she rolls over on her tummy. And writhes. Knees under, bum up, faceplant. Elbows under, tummy down. Hands pushing, belly off the ground. She slides slowly backward. She is grunting at the effort. Every once in a while she can coordinate it, hands planted, knees bent, and her chubby belly lifts for a fraction of a second. And down.

She keeps at it. She watches her brother intently as he crawls around the floor to encourage her. She makes noises of frustration; once they start to escalate I pick her up and distract her, but soon enough, it starts all over again. Practice, practice, practice. It's all she wants to do.

She wants to crawl So. Badly.

And all I want to say is slow down baby. There's lots of time. Don't try to grow up so fast.