Petra has just this minute figured out how to crawl. She came in pursuit of my shoe laces (which are endlessly fascinating at the moment) and made a couple of exaggerated, wobbly knee movements to get them. Having done it once, she's off, teetering across the floor to my bag and now to a magazine, which I'm going to have to run over and rescue before she eats it…..
It's all very exciting, although some hasty child-proofing will be in order. Our lounge is at the top of a flight of stairs and we have a computer sitting invitingly in one corner and a bookshelf in the other.