Walking more than Crawling

I'm so intent on being able to walk that I just spent a weekend on 2 feet more than crawling on the floor.

Most of that time is spent scooting along the furniture or holding onto someone's hand, but I am working hard at spending more and more time pushing off and taking those 3 to 5 steps on my own.

I can do it!

Happy Family

A is trying to walk on her own. With all the recent gardening activities, S has decided that being a horticulturist is even better than being a zoo keeper. M and W are just enjoying being parents to two beautiful girls.

Parade

Just further proof that I love to wave. Here I am in the big parade for my daycare flanked by two scowling boys and I spent the whole ride waving and smiling.

Life is good.

Walk and Wave

My favorite activities are walking and waving.

I have a beautiful princess wave that I share with anyone glancing at my direction.

I also still love practicing my walking skills. Mom pulled out the push-hippo toy and I now spend as much time as I can performing laps across the living room or kitchen. The only downside is that I depend on someone else turning the hippo around, and often my assistant tires of the activity before I do.

Young Biker

I love my new bike. I love my knee and elbow guards too, but I love my bike.

Every Friday at school is bike day and I spend all my time outside biking around and around the bike circle. Over the weekend, mom let me bike all the way around the block twice! Then later that day dad let me bike around and around the cul-de-sac. Although I kept saying "my knees are going to be sooo sore." and the air was pretty chilly, I still didn't want to come inside.

Biking is sooo fun.

First Steps

I took two steps all by myself today.

I'm ready to go.

I just need a little more work on my balance.

Mother's Day Musings

Yesterday prompted me to continue thinking about motherhood. I was up for over an hour and still didn't eat any breakfast. I was hungry, tired, and fighting back a little crankiness.

I poured S some Chex for breakfast when she decided she wanted some Cheerios too.

"Not in this bowl mommy!"

"Really? I can put them side by side and then you can eat them separately if you like."

"No. I need a different bowl."

So out comes a new bowl. Hay, I still don't have one bowl of cereal, let alone two different of two different kinds. "This one isn't blue!!" (yes, the obsession with that color continues).

"You're right, but purple is a mix of blue and red." Counter block.

"Pour some more."

"Finish that and you can have some more." Can I please now eat something myself??

A starts asking to nurse. I sit down at the table by S and start to feed A figuring I can wait another 10 minutes. After all, everyone seems to be content and I'd like to enjoy the moment.

Until I look over and see S pouring the complete contents of her purple cereal bowl directly on top of her blue cereal bowl. Cheerios now blanket the Chex and I close my eyes, hold my breath for a moment, and suppress the internal scream.

Logically, I recognize that I'm over reacting and that one small, but unnecessary, request is not worth the drama... but it was a straw on that camel.

Which brings me to my musing...

I look at my beautiful daughters and they are oblivious to so much. I explain what I can and simplify a lot and laugh as I think about all that they think they know. What do I do now that my mom watches and laughs at? What does she try to explain to me but I can't yet grasp? What does she watch and simply think, "someday she'll realize..."

Really, what is the difference between 3, 13, and 30?

Thank-you mom for every time you stifled your own needs and took care of me first.

Stood Up

I stood up today all by myself. It was just for a moment, but I did it!