Meg has started to crawl. Well, kind of. She crawled once, yesterday afternoon, a distance of about 18 inches. She hasn't done it again since then. Still, I'm counting it. Honestly, I think she hasn't done it since because I freaked her out with my response. She moved forward and I started screaming and clapping my hands like a monkey. She just smiled and looked at me like "Yeah, I like these beads too, Mom. That's why I had to move over here and get them."
After the momentous crawling I (of course) posted the news on Twitter and Facebook, and called my parents to tell them their grandchild is a genius. They were out with my sister and Luke, which meant one less phone call to make to spread the news. First I talked to my Dad, who exclaimed "Meg crawled? Woo hoo!" He then handed the phone to my Mother, who exclaimed the news loudly enough for the entire restaurant to hear. She then gave the phone to my sister, but not before demanding she see Meg some time today to witness said crawling. My sister was very happy to hear about the crawling, and offered to give me a baby gate she used when Luke was little. Then she put him on the phone. "So, I hear Meg is crawling," he said, dryly.
Yeah, that's right.
Just "heard it" as if it had been gossip at a cocktail party he had just attended, or locker room talk after his squash game.
Only six, and already so funny.
We'll see how funny he is when Meg crawls after him and slimes his Star Wars figures...