Michael The Baby is seven months old today. Oh, time is going too quickly. As much as you want them to just move on to the next stage, to a little more independence, you still can't bear to see them grow up. So goes the toothless mouth - two little white pearls are on the lower gum now, and you don't even have to pry to see them. He pulls up on everything, and has even figured out how to lower himself, gently, without banging his head (although that still happens sometimes)
Of course, movement is the real delight and tremendous thrill. Joseph was a roller, but Michael has never bothered with that. He's beyond the soldier's belly crawl, as well. He flops. He pulls himself up on his arms and then (really) throws himself forward, sometimes with such force that his legs go flying up in the air.
And that's what we all have to do at times, when moving forward is a challenge.
Just throw yourself out there, and trust.