It turns out that I had no need to worry, because Nash finally got up on all fours and stopped dragging his belly inchworm-style. It happened in a matter of minutes. We were at the cabin on Christmas Eve and he figured out how to go from scooting to crawling just like that. Since then, he has perfected his crawling ability. His increased mobility has allowed him to dart across a room or up an entire set of stairs in a matter of seconds. Now that I don’t have to worry about enrolling him in learn-to-crawl-therapy, I can enjoy the footage I took of his inchworming. It was pretty funny while it lasted.
We are so proud of his new skills.