After spending the day with my nephew I'm determined that he is going to enlist in the Army when he gets older based on the mere fact that that is how he's learning to crawl. His second option is a football player, thanks to his finale of the army crawl-- sticking his butt straight up in the air, legs locked, with one hand reaching for the sky. Mind you he occasionally turns his head to snicker at you (to make sure you're watching), but nonetheless that is how he's learning to crawl.
My sister-in-law is convinced he's going to skip crawling and go straight to walking, but I've decided that the little bugger just enjoys being sprawled out on the hardwood as he maneuvers his way across the trenches. No matter what the outcome, the boy is learning to move...and fast.
And yes, his hair is growing back.
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