Future Olympic Swimmer?

Over the last couple of weeks Dax has finally started to get up on his hands and knees. I was starting to wonder about him because by the time Arden was as old as he is now, she was already crawling. Here is the big guy up on all fours:

He kind of rocks back and forth a little, but not close to crawling yet. He much prefers to be down on his tummy, with both his hands and his legs up in the air, in the position that we call "the swim:"

He balances there on his tummy and waves his arms back and forth and kicks his legs, just like he is swimming. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries (and he tries HARD) he just can't seem to swim anywhere. To try to encourage him to crawl, we put a toy in front of him just out of reach, and then we put him up on his hands and knees, and each and every time he does the following:

1. Smiles at the toy and makes happy noises, trying to convince the toy to come to him. Gives up quickly.
2. Rocks back and forth for a little while. Gives up quickly.
3. Plops down on his belly and tries to swim to the toy. Takes a small rest. Tries to swim to the toy again. Takes small rest. Repeat. Again. and Again.

I am not sure why he thinks that the swim is worth trying over and over when he gives up on his other methods so fast. Oh well. He'll figure it out all too soon.

Dax is growing up really fast all of the sudden, and now has 4 teeth! Two on top and two on the bottom. Here is a picture of his newest teeth (sorry, he is drooling and has garden vegetables all over his face).

If you have known me very long, you know that I LOVE to travel and I always like to have the next trip planned so I have something to look forward to (especially in winter!!). I was trying to decide where we could take our little family on our next vacation and I am kind of figuring out that everywhere that I would really like to go sounds really hard with a toddler and a baby and all of the stuff that must go along with them. Any suggestions? Oh well. I guess we will just have to take it easy for a while in the trip department. I came across a poem the other day that made me feel a little better, hope you enjoy:

To My Child by Anne Campbell
You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls I cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake;
You are my piece of foreign sky.

Even if you are drooling and covered in garden vegetables.