Uh oh...here he goes!

Luke has discovered the joy of crawling - not the good old commando crawl he has been suffering with over the last couple of months, dragging his entire body weight around by pulling forward on one arm....but the much faster and smoother style of crawling on hands and knees.  He is getting faster every day, and we are having to baby proof more every day!

His favourite toys to crawl towards?  The night light, the fan heater, the modem stick in the computer (he pulls it out all the time, disconnecting the internet and frustrating mummy!), the cat food bowl and of course any electrical cord he lays eyes on.

The other day he was very quiet, and I caught him making a slow yet steady crawl towards the cat food area.  He heard me coming behind him, turned around and cracked up laughing at me - I am sure he thought it was a big joke that he had been snapped!

Yesterday I took this photo of him stuck behind the chair - It took me a few moments to figure out where he had gone, and I nervously giggled as I searched every room for the baby I had apparently misplaced!  Of course, he hadn't gone far, he had just chased a ball through a gap and got himself a bit stuck.  hehe.

SNAPPED! Get away from that heater!

Luke has also recently discovered the delights of finger food, now that he is 9 months old and the proud owner of 4 beautiful little teeth, finger food is a wonderful way to keep him busy and happy.  He loves marmite sandwiches especially.  And I love that he can eat most of our dinners now with a wee bit of mashing.

The joys of a marmite sandwich

Snapped! Get back inside boy!

Of course, with this new found freedom of movement, comes the great lesson of gravity.  Luke tends to make a beeline for the door whenever he sees it open (probably a boy thing, dying to get outside and kick a ball around or something)....and since our back door is right off the main room, we have to be quite diligent in remembering to close the screen door so he doesn't crawl out.  Twice now, he has managed to get outside and then rolled down the 3 concrete steps to the bottom where we have been summoned by his wails of misery and disgust at the lack of his own disability to conquer the stairs.  One day Luke, one day.  Just take it slow my darling boy...you are growing up way too fast for your poor parents.

STOP PRESS!!!
Luke discovered a brand new trick today....the art of clapping.  He is very very proud of this one, and although he can't quite make noise, he takes great delight in managing to control his hands enough to bring them together repeatedly....no easy task for a 9 month old, it takes a lot of concentration.  But the way mummy and daddy carry on about it must make it worth doing again and again....