For a couple of months now, Silas has been army crawling. He has it perfected – one arm leading with the opposite foot pushing. Yesterday he officially began crawling. Obea witnessed the long crawling stretch, from the edge of the carpet leading into the kitchen, all the way to the bar stools. Once I got home though, he was back to his old faithful – the army crawl. The only time I was able to see him crawl was when I removed all his clothes except his diaper and placed him in the kitchen on the cold tile floor. He was more than happy to abandon his reliable mobility method and lift his belly up off the unpleasant tile. The real crawl lasted only about 10 seconds when Davis ran in, called Silas his pillow and shoved down to the floor. But alas, we know he can do it at least.