Superfly Bry

Bry has really been working on his crawl over the past few days. He started all army-style, guerrilla baby in the jungles of the living room. That progressed into attempts to crawl on his hands and feet, his rear jutted up into the air.


The most recent efforts have involved using one foot and keeping the other leg folded under, as if he were sitting cross-legged. I think he's decided this is the most efficient route for sitting mid-crawl. Which he does a lot.


He gets tired. Or maybe just distracted.

Can't a guy get a little chewing break?

Turns out he's also got some wicked breakdance moves. He would like to be addressed by his street name: Masta B. (Superfly Bry is also acceptable.)

Word.