The Pierce Family: We Have A Bum Scooter

Monday, August 8, 2011

We Have A Bum Scooter

Aila decided she would rather be a bum scooter than a crawler. I tried to give her plenty of tummy time so she would learn to crawl but she prefers to bum scoot. I don't know why. Have you ever tried scooting on your bum???... it is much more difficult than crawling. Yes, I have tried. She is getting quite good and is adorable while doing it.

Stopping to play with her toes.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...: You are absolutely right...ADORABLE!; August 9, 2011 at 9:48 AM
Angela Cothran said...: She it too cute :) We missed you at the Jones Family Reunion.; August 9, 2011 at 10:47 AM
The Gracie Jones blog said...: That is so funny! I don't know if I've sseen a baby do that before. She just likes to do her own thing, that Aila! :)She looks so grown up with her long hair too!; August 9, 2011 at 11:45 AM
Brittany H said...: Love the bum scoot!; August 9, 2011 at 5:50 PM
The Longloopers said...: Why do you have such cute kids? I love them!!; August 9, 2011 at 7:42 PM
The Ricks Family said...: Ah, my oldest did that too, I loved it. (I also loved that some people were sure he was going to be "delayed" since he never crawled, people are funny. Oh, and he wasn't :-); August 11, 2011 at 1:53 PM
The Jones Crew said...: Aila is just to cute I love all of the pictures of her scooting she is getting so big so fast we missed you guys at the Jones Family Reunion also Love, Kristi; August 11, 2011 at 5:05 PM

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