The Catepillar

I do this thing that Troy calls “the caterpillar,” but is probably more accurately like an inch worm. I sit on the floor with my legs stretched out in front of me. Then, I raise my knees up into a v-shape while pulling my butt forward. And then I stretch my legs out in front of me, and I do it all over again. Troy likes to sit on my lap while I do it, navigating the caterpillar by telling me which way to go. It’s fun for him, but it’s an exhausting workout for me.

Tonight, we were slow-crawling around the upstairs when all of a sudden, Troy told me to stop. We had encountered some of the balls from his ball pit, and he slid off my lap and proceeded to clear the way by throwing the balls left and right. Satisfied that we could proceed once more, he climbed back onto my lap, pointed his little arm forward, and he exclaimed, “Let’s do this!” I burst out laughing, as I slowly shifted the caterpillar into gear.