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Self-Propelled

About a week and a half ago Marcus started doing baby push-ups, and yoga-style child's pose during tummy-time. He was getting ready to be mobile. For too long objects had lain just outside of his reach, taunting him with their crinkly sounds and smooth, cold surfaces. MarMar had decided that no more moss would gather on this stone, he was gonna roll.

It began with gripping the carpet in front of him and pulling forward, progress by the millimeter. Gradually he figured out how to roll from his tummy to his back, and back again, making a sort of herring-bone pattern across the floor. Objective reached, he would promptly need a nap. Far too much friction, not enough strength in his arms. What's this? Oooo, feet can be used to push off! This was the Eureka moment, soon the baby wipe container would be his. All his!

Well, it happened so slowly that it's hard to discern the exact moment MarMar transitioned from lump-o-baby to fully self-propelled. Only one thing is certain: it's time to search for small objects and uncovered wall sockets.

The time-lapse video below was created using Gawker and my ancient G4 PowerBook+external Firewire iSight. Frames were recorded at 0.33 Hz (a frame every 3 seconds) and playback is at 24 frames per second. The entire movie was filmed over the course of 10.8 minutes. The primary objective: Kirkland baby wipes container. The secondary objective: stuffed animal. Target of opportunity: whatever big brother is holding.



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Comments

Amy P said…
Go, MarMar, GO!!!
kel said…
that's AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Julia said…
He's already faster than I am in the morning.
Anonymous said…
This made Ben and I laugh out loud. Way to capture those early movements in fast-forward!

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