No Woman, No Crawl

Today I went to see my mildly insane pediatrician. Just kidding... he's not insane. He's just wired to function in a completely different universe than the one I'm just barely getting to know. Anyway, he kind of busted Mom's balls because she wasn't working hard enough on getting me to crawl. He said that I was physically operating on the level of a 7 month old developmentally. Huh?! I could've crawled a long time ago if I wanted! I'm more interested in speech and over-all cuteness.

We left that appointment with a mandate to get me crawling within 6 weekes or else I would "have" to go to physical therapy at $150 a pop. Yeah right. Needless to say, there will be a conversation at day care tomorrow about the urgent need for more tummy time. Damn.