Crusin' on All Fours

It wasn't a sudden event.  It wasn't clear when it started.  But Wes is officially crawling in the traditional sense; the army crawl is now solely reserved for when extra speed is needed on the hardwood floor in order to get to Bear's water bowl before Mom notices.

Wes' favorite crawling feat is fitting through tight spaces.  Is there a clear path between the piano and its legs?  Wes is there.  Are there 6 chairs around the kitchen table?  Wes will clumsily attempt to maneuver through them.  His favorite spot, however, is crawling beneath Bear's window perch.

Perhaps it's the first-time parents in us, but we prefer Wes not lose any of his digits in the duct work.  So the logical solution was to buy a tunnel through which he can crawl.  We were certain it would take weeks for him to gather the courage to crawl through.  It took about a day.  And it's awesome.