This morning, I was Eve Harrington in New Haven: “I couldn’t possibly.” But if my day did not call forth the performance of a lifetime, it was not the discreditable heap that I dreaded in the runup to my trip downtown.  

We will all be happier, it is generally agreed, when Will learns how to crawl. He so clearly wants to get about on his own! At the moment, he is making great strides at the core competence of holding his own bottle. (It is very hard not to laugh at his misdirections, which showcase the complexity of organizing two limbs and one mouth in a common project.) Crawling will make our Will a free agent. I’m sure that we won’t miss the time when he more or less had to stay wherever we planted him.  

Until last week, I’d have said, Will was incapable of doing anything deliberately. That has changed only to the extent that what Will now does deliberately he does not do very well. We are in no hurry for him to develop; we know that he will get where he’s going in good time. But Will himself is in a terrible hurry. His good nature is all that protects him from crossly flailing tantrums. Such is life, at four months, for a curious little fellow.

Four months — is that all? Admit it: you thought he’d be off to college by now.

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