Abigail is mobile.
She's not crawling, not exactly, but she is "worming" - scooting herself hands and knees across the floor. It's slow, but it's most definitely progress. If she's on the floor and I turn my back on her for a minute, when I turn around again, she's somewhere other than where I left her. And it's usually somewhere rather far from where she was.
She works so hard to go not very fast at all. But day by day she's getting more efficient. It means nothing's safe anymore. It means I am suddenly aware of just how dirty the wood floors in our house really are. And it means I'm finding little puddles of baby vomit everywhere. Oh, the joy.
About Me
- Britt
- He's an IT guy by day, musician by night. I was a teacher... now I'm a wife/mom/woman trying to find creative outlet. We were married in June of '07. Bought our first house in May of '08. Celebrated our first baby June of '09. Waiting for Baby Boy to join us in spring of '11.
The family that lives in The Little House
Celebrating our third anniversary
The Babblegail
2 comments:
ah, the days when spit up was limited to the blanket you put the baby on... did you ever think you'd be nostalgic for something like that?
Nice to hear someone else has a spitter. Wyatt was a pro.
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