Frustration

Cal is desperate to walk. The world is brim-full of exciting things that are always on the other side of the room. Crawling is not an option. That would require tummy-time and Cal doesn't do that. Instead he whinges until we pick him up and walk him, one goofy step at a time to wherever he wants to be. Everyday we as a family spend some time on our bellies on the floorboards in the hope that it'll sell crawling as a legitimate mode of transport to him, but I think he knows it's a hoax. Real people walk and he wants to too. But as Ice-man said, this Maverick's writing cheques his body just can't cash.

Hey Cal, how about some crawling? It's so fun!

Nooo, do that thing where I use you like a machine to walk me around the house

Ok, said Dad

Ok, said Mum