I’m exhausted just watching Will attempting to crawl. He’s worked out that it’s far preferable to practice on the bed where he won’t hurt his head if he bangs it down halfway through a bunny-hop.
He has also worked out which direction to go to reach Molly, and now makes a determined beeline for the folded-back duvet spot where she sleeps at the end of the bed. When in situ, Molly merely watches malevolently – willing him to reach her and face her wrath (I’ve so far managed to intervene before battle commences).
The alternative, if Molly isn’t there, is to keep going to the end of the bed, and start gnawing on the brass bedstead.
William's First Year 