Mabel's self-propelled locomotion has finally reached the level at which she presents a danger to both others and herself. There's really no area of the new rug (a good deal bigger than the 6 x 9' barbed-wire job it replaced) that is inaccessible to Mabel. No area of the entire first floor of our home, for that matter, one suspects - though parental guidance thus far has prevented putting that hypothesis to the test. Mabel's first real bonk occured this morning, near the intersection of the chest and the rug. She had picked her head up good and high to more closely examine a corner of the chest when gravity reasserted its authority. There were no tears, but instead more of a surprised, thoughtful silence.
Mabel's ambulation is stuck in the clockwise position, at least for now. Reorientation of up to roughly 90 degrees is possible, thus opening up travel to more locations than straightforward tumbling. But while rolling a single time counterclockwise is no problem, particularly from supine to tummy time, the arrow of extended counterclockwise movement just isn't in her quiver yet.
We are currently working on a grant proposal to take a trip to New Zealand, where relational behavior changes could be observed. Interested sponsors may leave correspondence in our comments section.
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