The closest she's ever gotten to crawling

This is usually where P sits while I'm on the
computer, in our spare room, as there's no other
place to put the office, yet. The view of her is
how I see her, sitting at the desk. Tonight she
was pretty cranky, and I had her sitting there,
and she was just desperate to get to me, crying
and reaching, when voila! she started to get the
idea of, "hey, I can move myself!"



First attempt. Her left leg swings
behind her, but she hasn't figured
out to move her other leg back, so
she ends up in an awkward (and I'm sure
uncomfortable) position. Actually, it
resembles a yoga position I was doing
earlier today, but I don't think she's
looking for zen. Maybe a milk zen.

Then we fall all the way forward, and get really
angry, because we HATE TO BE ON OUR
STOMACH. And yes, she is playing with a credit
card. Target. I'm teaching her early.