Scoot, Scoot

Last night I sat Leah on the floor next to the table.  I was paying bills at the table and she was happily screeching away.  I looked down and she had managed to scoot herself up to the leg of the table and was trying to chew on the leg.  She doesn't have any teeth yet and kept bumping her noggin against the leg of the table.  After awhile the squeals of fun turned into squeals of unhappiness.

And last night on the bed, she got herself up on all fours.  Watchout mama, I think crawling is on the horizon.