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IT has taken over a year, been the cause of much embarrassment among his peers, and frustrated the heck out of his mother but today I am delighted to report that my son is no longer a static potato.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have movement. Praise be! I did have visions of carrying the little pickle everywhere until he reached adolescence, or having to sit out sports days because they wouldn't allow the egg and spoon to be done with a bum shuffle.

It all began a couple of days before we were due to go on holiday. Brilliant timing, I thought.

As predicted, Ben decided to show off his new trick at nursery.

His dad picked him up so he got to see it second and by the time I got home from work he was tucked up in his cot.

The next morning, I positively flew out of bed when I heard his morning moan and, with bowl of cereal safely dispatched, I plonked him on the carpet stood back and waited . . . and waited, and waited.

He simply stared at me with a "What?" expression on his face.

He did flirt with the idea of going on all fours until the last minute when he just plopped onto his tummy.

This continued for most of the day until I was of the firm opinion someone had been pulling my chain on the whole crawling front.

I felt a touch let-down and somewhat cheated. This was nothing, however, to the total kick in the teeth I felt when daddy came through the door, prompting bundle of joy to take to his knees and half- drag, half-crawl his way to meet him. Nice.

That aside, however, I couldn't have been happier.

I quickly whipped out the home safety pack that had been gathering dust in a drawer for months and delightedly fixed plug socket covers, door stoppers and the like throughout the house.

However, that might have been a bit premature as he has not really been taking advantage of his new found freedom.

He could be exploring the cupboards, trying out the stairs - but no, the furthest he has gone is the kitchen, where he proceeded to remove all the items from the recycling bin.

I fear my work is just beginning.

4:44pm Tuesday 10th June 2008

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