I’m not sure of the exact date when she crawled on hands and knees, but in the last week of October she was scooting herself all over the place. At first she would bear up on her hands and knees and leap (far) forward, falling in sort of a belly-flop style on her face. Andy would look over and say, “No Daisy, no,” as if he was trying to tell her she had it all wrong. This method never seemed to bother her. She has a stout heart.