There's no giggling in crawling! Unacceptable. Jason really cracks the whip and the program is so rigorous and top-secret that cameras usually aren't allowed. I was granted rare access this morning and given permission to post my pictures.
Ashton looked a little nervous before his first interval, like "I don't know if I can do this, Mom".
I had dressed him in his "Super Grover" pajamas (I mean, tell me a situation where a yellow cape doesn't help) and he had a very friendly welcoming committee set up on the other side of the quilt:
A mere three feet away. Surely he could make it. Jason assisted in position set-up:
And off he went!
A few critical seconds later, the REACH! They say that you can spot a Jason's Crawling School graduate by their exceptionally smooth motion through this movement:
Annnnnd, the anticlimax. That's as far as he got. Poor baby was so pooped:
Well, there's always tomorrow. And if not, I hear Jason's Crawling School has a money back guarantee ;)