Now We're Getting Places!

Little Tadpole, you started out so small
And now you have grown so tall.
You could barely move.
You had nothing to prove.
But now you thrive
And can do the jive.
You climb to your feet
And kitties you meet.
Briefly, you stand alone.
A wiggly boy, unlike stone.
So giggly as you throw your hands in the air.
Taking bold leaps, more than Mommy thinks you should dare.
You are so carefree,
But you still cling to me.
Just stand flat on your feet and not on your toe.
You're my tiny sprite baby on the go.