I wanted to see how far she would get so I eyed a vertical line on the sheet on Rob's side of the bed. Her head was in the middle of the bed so that was about a foot away. She kept scooting slowing and then I decided to give her a more visible sign of her goal. So, I put my hand on the line and thumped it on the mattress. She thumped her hands back and kept going. After a few more minutes, she was much closer and was able to touch my hand with hers, by stretching out her arm. But that didn't seem good enough for her because she kept at it. She kept putting her head down and pushing hard with her legs to get that heavy diaper bum in the air.
Finally, the top of her head touched my fingers and in one more scoot, she was able to put my finger in her mouth. That was her reward. And my reward, besides mommy pride? A bite mark from her new tooth! Mommyhood is filled with mixed blessings, I'm learning.