Cole is crawling. Purposefully, methodically, shifting his weight from one hand and one knee to the other, occasionally stopping to sit back and survey his progress. I know it's a common trope to use this kind of thing as a regret-tinged metaphor for growing up, but (and I'm sure I've said this before), what I feel is mostly an incredible sense of relief that he's passed one more milestone.
I realize that it's a little on the early side for crawling, but I also realize that the whole thing is essentially meaningless since, especially in these days of back-to-sleep, many babies skip crawling altogether. Which reminds me of my friend Saskia, who walked late and talked early,* and when her parents tried to persuade her to stand up and take a few steps, she'd look up at them, shake her head and point out, "I fall down."
When did you (or your child/ren, if relevant) start sitting, crawling, walking, talking?
*And who, to no one's surprise, grew up to be an exceptionally talented lawyer.