I”m pretty good at crawling these days. I move one leg, then the other leg and I can get all the way across the room to find the thing I know mom would least like me to have. That way she’s sure to pay attention. My only crawling trouble comes when I start to think about the amazing thing I’m doing or if I want to go faster. Then both of my legs seem to want to go at the same time and I do a little hop-scoot. It still keeps me going in the right direction even if it’s not graceful. Now that I’ve nearly mastered that skill, I’m moving on to pulling up on things, then walking.