Whoa-ah.
Big moment here.
You know how we’ve been living with a slightly, ya-know, grumpy baby?
Like, one miserable little bugger who acts like a first born because she wants us to hold her all the time, and she whines a lot and spits out her food?
Yeah, we were.
WERE my friends. WERE.
Things are changing.
She’s been mobile for a month, but last night she realized it.
Instead of sitting on her rump and screaming for us she sat on her rump and screamed for us.
Uh-huh, and then she decided to do something about it.
She did come to us.
Uh-huh, and then she when she got to us she decided to just keep on going.
She went down the hall.
She went into the play room.
She left the playroom and explored the bedroom.
She re-explored the hall (benefits of a short-term memory).
Trouble-or-no, I have been down this road with three others and it is SO preferable to the sit on the rump and scream stage.
