Yesterday I saw The Rock.
Not this rock:
But the one where baby is up on hands and knees, rocking forward and backward. The rock that means crawling is imminent.
I've got a mover on my hands.
On a related note (and I swear, I'm a good mom, really!), I left the nugget alone for like a second and I came back around the corner to find this:
No longer on the blanket, but just rolling around on the hardwood, happy as can be.
And just for some perspective, he wasn't even close to the blanket where I left him. See that baby way over in the corner, nowhere near the blanket?
Yep, I've got a mover on my hands.