It's official ...

Nate started crawling on Thursday morning. His incentive: a truck. No more creeping, scooting, or sliding across the floor - it was a real crawl that went from one end of our rug to the other. And since then, he's crawled all over our living and dining rooms. He's discovering just how powerful this new little skill can be. In fact, his favorite new target is our fireplace, which has earned him the nickname "Danger Daley."

On the verge

I feel that we are days away from having a mobile Nate. He is getting quite agile going from sitting to all fours and back again, and he managed to crawl up our coffee table yesterday in order to destroy the magazines lying on top of it. Which makes me very happy that we chose a leather coffee table because I foresee many falls.

We've also been getting the sloppiest yet sweetest kisses ever from Nate. About a month ago, I started making a smoochie sound with my mouth. Nate would play coy for a while, looking from side to side, but he eventually smiled and pulled my hair and face toward his open mouth. I showed Chuck and he was jealous and tried to get Nate to kiss him, but Nate didn't seem to like his daddy's scruffy beard and avoided it altogether. Then, about a week ago, he started to reluctantly yank on Chuck's beard to get a scratchy kiss. It is so cute - you can tell he doesn't like how it feels, but he loves his daddy so much, it's totally worth it.

We spent Thanksgiving in Charleston with Charlie, Sue and the boys, which was a blast. Nate even had some potatoes, peas and carrots -- real ones, not pureed -- just like the Pilgrims did!