The nursery is right by the master bedroom and I often put Jackson in his room to play with toys while I'm folding laundry or making the bed in the other room. The other day I heard his little voice rather close. I turned around and he had followed me and was almost to my bedroom door. Uh, you don't crawl or walk to my knowledge. How did he get there?
Well, after further investigation, I realized he scooted like a caterpillar with his bum in the air half way, and rolled the rest.
He's our rollie pollie.