Crawler

Sam is starting to crawl. I have no pictorial evidence for this, as being the second child spending my day snapping photographs of every precious moment is no longer a priority, you will just have to take my word for it. So far it is a cross between a shuffle, a crawl and a drag but it serves its purpose very well indeed. I am reminded now to go baby proof, he has successfully ripped the telephone wire out of its socket and now heads in that general direction as much as possible, knowing (even at this tender age) it is something dangerous to do with his time and therefore immensely thrilling.