Determined

Determined.

My second grandson is not even five months old, and he is already on the go scooting across the rug to get to his older brother's tractor. I'm not surprised in the least because from the very beginning he was extremely active. Before he was even born he got my daughter's attention with his in utero acrobatic feats.

In a matter of weeks Grandson Number Two seemed to have unusually good control of his neck, and wanted to be sitting up to observe the world around him. My daughter bought him a little frog chair that resulted in quite a few smiles as he happily watched his older brother run around and play. 

At the same time he kept repeatedly doing crunches each time he was in a reclined position. So much so that even changing his diaper became a challenge. He certainly was a determined little guy, and wasn't giving up easily. If doing twenty crunches a day was what it took to get him in a more upright position then he was up for the task. 

Now he is scooting along the floor pretty effortlessly trying to reach his brother's toys. His incredible strength and determination seems to be propelling him toward crawling ahead of schedule. In fact, the other day when he reached his brother's John Deere tractor he graced it with a little slobber. After being reminded to share by his mother, Grandson Number One quickly wiped off the slobber with his fingers, and proudly proclaimed, "I share."