After weeks (a couple of months even) of "flying Gavin", downward dog (yoga you neophytes) and the "seal", Gavin finally figured out that his hands served as a integral part to the whole crawling process. Aptly nicknamed Turtle since he first popped his head up to see where Mommy was one morning when he was about 3 months old, he resembles one even more so now. Picking up his hands and dramatically smacking them back down on the floor, plodding along, just like a turtle. Turning that egg-shaped noggin of his to and fro. Of course, as soon as he learns this fantastic new trick, what's next on his agenda? Proceed to pull out all of the DVDs in the bottom shelf of a nearby bookcase.
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