Jackson, our little chunk. One strong kid. His calves are so muscular already and his thighs are, well, chunk...that is where the nickname comes from.
He has decided he really wants to move around. Rolling just isn't going to cut it. So he pushes himself up to a push-up. A baby plank as I have been calling it.
He lays on his belly, and then lifts himself up to his toes and hands, the rest of his body in the air, no other body part touching the ground.
He then gets frustrated that there is no real forward movement with that positon, so lays back on his belly and 'swims', kicking his legs, circling his arms.
And while he is just mastering sitting up on his own, when we hold his hands, he stands right up and wants to let go.
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