Little miss cut yet another tooth this morning. That makes it 7! At feeding times, we now just throw hunks of meat at her.
Photo courtesy of Eric Handt.
Little miss cut yet another tooth this morning. That makes it 7! At feeding times, we now just throw hunks of meat at her.
Photo courtesy of Eric Handt.
Our daughter had an explosion of fun new developments yesterday. She crawled! She’s been scooting around in a military crawl for close to two months now; but up on all fours, she had only mastered the leap-frog. After about four successful crawls, she started to fumble and quickly became frustrated. Naps were not in the agenda as she was all too excited about her new skill.
Needing to pack for our upcoming trip this week, I put Indy into her crib to keep her securely stationed. That is, until I turned around and saw she had hoisted herself up to standing and was leaning over the banister. As my heart jumped, my stomach fell, and I acted with the speed and accuracy of a puma. In one fell swoop, I picked her up, dialed a friend and within the hour her bed was lowered to the lowest position. Putting her back in to check out digs, she promptly pulled herself back up again.
We are in for so much trouble. Our upcoming vacation is going to be fun.
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Mastering eating, or slight of hand.
(Mike said it was almost cruel to give her avocado. Personally, I think she enjoys challenges.)