The Rock

Yesterday I saw The Rock.

Not this rock:

Or this one:

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.