Anna's amazingly close to crawling now. She can get her knees up under her and then shove her body forward with her legs, but she hasn't quite mastered getting her torso up on her arms. I'm thinking that by Thanksgiving she's going to have this whole mobility thing worked out. I'm sure she's motivated since once she's mobile she can escape the house with the two crazy people who insist on feeding her strained green beans and dressing her in dorky outfits plastered in bunny rabbits.

So, yesterday she was doing her "commando-crawl" of scooching along the carpet, and so I yelled to Jack to come see. Of course the instant he walked into the room she stopped, flopped over onto her back and started blowing raspberries. Jack rolled his eyes and muttered something about genetics and went back into the other room. As soon as he left she rolled back onto her tummy and started scooching again. Again, I called him to come see. Again she flopped onto her back and made drool. Again he left after giving me a withering look.

I finally called him into the room and PUT her on her tummy. "Now watch!" I said. Jack looked at Anna. Anna looked at Daddy. Anna said, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagbgbbbggagagagagaga!"

"Roll over, Anna," Jack said, at which time Anna obligingly flopped onto her back and started waving her appendages in the air in a convincing imitation of a roach that had recently been sprayed with Raid.

Jack sighed and shook his head. "I don't have a daughter. I have a dog."