After I fed him, I returned to bed and accused Jon of sleepwalking into Cameron's room, picking him up, and placing his head toward the opposite end of the crib. =) I kept thinking about it all the next day, and that following night he moved again. And again. And yet again. Yes, this little boy successfully moves himself around his crib now with just his powerful little legs and scootin' booty. Seems we might be baby-proofing the house sooner than expected!
A few things he likes:
When daddy makes up rap songs and lyrics.
Pooping in a freshly changed diaper.
Being outside and taking long walks in the park.
Watching mom and dad battle each other at Tetris.
Touching our faces in the morning when we're trying to get a few more minutes of sleep.
When I tell him he has a stinky bottom.
When I tell him I love him.
Um, excuse me... can you please get that huge lens out of my face?