Noah is semi-mobile now. He's not quite crawling, but he can move about using his toes and elbows, fingers and knees approach. Between the creeping and the rolling, he gets to where he wants to go. Evidently, he had his eye on this black washable crayon that was left on the living room floor last week. When I left him to put a load of laundry in, he was sitting up by the window and his toy basket. When I found him, he was face down in the carpet, gumming this crayon. There was blackened baby spit on my carpet and smeared all over his face and hands:
Happily, the crayon was, after all, washable, and came out of both the carpet and the baby easily.
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