If Sawyer could speak, those would surely be his words. He jolts himself from his tummy to his back, practically propels himself out of your arms, and squirms his way out of any piece of baby equipment we own.
Case in point:
I definitely remember Colin not wanting to be confined but I can't say I remember the thrashing this early. Then again, I can barely remember what I did yesterday, so 3 years ago is really pushing it.
Sawyer is already scrunching his little legs up under him when he's on his belly and trying to lunge himself forward. The other night we were eating dinner and he was on the floor in the adjoining room. By the end of our dinner, he had scooted himself into the kitchen to join us. Clearly, he wanted to join in the family meal.
It won't be long friends until this little one is mobile. I'm not sure I'm ready for round 2 of the whirling dervish. I guess I better get ready!