Remember that baby who never bothered to roll over and was content to sit in one place for ten minutes at a time? That baby has been replaced. The new version yells "RAAAAAA!" which is my signal to come over and hold his hands, enabling him to toddle over to his destination. He generally makes a beeline for the next toy. If we don't get there fast enough, he lets out a mighty roar of protest. X is not that steady on his feet yet -- although he did stand for a few seconds unsupported today -- but it doesn't stop him. Unlike K, who seemed surprised and a little tentative with his first attempts at walking, X motors ahead, his lower lip jutting out and his eyes on the prize.
He army-crawls too, but this is clearly not his preferred mode of mobility. He will only do it with a specific purpose that cannot be met as quickly by walking. We were at my parents' house over the weekend (also present: my in-laws, who promised to come every year; JW's grandmother, whose presence was a welcome surprise since she's increasingly housebound; my aunt and cousin; a friend of the family who we haven't seen in a long time, and who my mom once upon a time tried to "introduce" me to; my sister-in-law's parents; family friends who come every year, and are like family; and of course my parents, brother, sister-in-law and niece). Whenever the big kids were playing with a toy together, X would crawl over as fast as his little arms would pull him. The big kids would move away, annoyed, and he would pursue them.
We've been procrastinating, but it's time to babyproof.