I thought I had about thirteen years before Axel started having make out sessions.  Well, Axel's done wooing much older women and has turned his affections to a younger crowd.   When I picked him up from daycare yesterday, his favorite teacher reported that he'd learned to kiss.  He wasn't kissing her - he was kissing another baby.  I'll call her Miss C.  Miss C is about six weeks younger than Axel, with a tiny snub nose, an extensive wardrobe of footed sleepers, and a soft little mew in times of distress.  Compared to the agressive older woman (she's one) who takes Axel's pacifier out of his mouth and tries to escape whenever she hears that the door hasn't been shut all the way, and the three month old who's still in the newborns slug phase, Miss C is the most eligible bachelorette on Axel's side of the infant room.  Apparently, Axel peppered her with wet, slobbery kisses, rolling toward her again and again across the soft mat.  I think he has designs on the two ladies in the other room, too, since he flashed a sly grin at a brunette as we went out the door.  He's the wee playboy of daycare. 

When he's not sitting in a tree with little Miss C, he loves to grab a fistful of cheek and plant an open mouthed slobber on the adults nearest and dearest to him.  Luckily, his classmate kisses were of the less aggressive and grabby sort.  He's planted his baby kisses on his mama, and isn't just betstowing his love on his classmates, though he has requested a velvet smoking jacket and some Barry White tunes. 

When he isn't kissing, Axel's trying to crawl.  I guess I could say he's crawling, since he moves himself with intention while on all fours.  He digs his face in to the floor, wiggles his butt in the air, and propels himself forward a few inches.  He'd be moving a lot faster if he stopped using his oversized head as a front brake. 

Kissing and crawling?  We're in trouble.