It seems I had more time when Em was pregnant. At least I had more time for writing. I have missed it, and missed keeping ya'll updated at the same time. It just seems like nothing is really happening. I mean; we have teeth now and the little suckers can inflict pain, Gracie keeps growing taller and out of clothes before she hits the age on the tag, and we are dealing with our first cold. But it seems like we just have a routine and how exciting can routine be.
I tend to let a lot of little things run into one big one. I do this in all aspects of my life and am then surprised when the obvious outcome happens. Let me explain how this works with Anna Grace. She has been crawling since the day she hit her five month old mark. On her seven month birthday...According to Emilee we actually have to celebrate every month until she is like 40! So that means I have to keep track of her months and Anna Grace's. Emilee just turned 341 months old and we had a little celebration. I think I might be getting taken advantage of.
Anyway, on Gracie's seven month mark she stood up. Not all by herself mind you, but she pulled herself right up and then looked at us like "What do I do now?" She quickly fell on her rear end with a satisfying "THUMP" and giggled. She usually handles the butt first landings very well. I did however, think we were going to need to get her a helmet. She looked like a child abuse case with all the bruises on her face and back of her head for a while. Fortunately she has figured out how to protect that big ol' noggin a bit better lately.
On par for her she soon started cruising. Cruising, for you non kid folks, is when they walk along holding on to things. She would take two or three steps and then bust her butt. She would take more steps if you held her hands and helped her balance. She even started to stand up and just let go of everything and manage not to fall. No steps yet, but balance is a big deal. Again, another little thing.
SO here I am amazed this morning as she goes ripping across the room barely keeping up, but keeping up, with the little wheeled dragon her Edie got her. BTW, Edie is code for Grandmother Edna. Of course the dragon hits the couch and then she face plants into the dragon, but no tears just a look of "how the hell did I get over here"? She looked up at me and just started kicking her hands and feet in what appeared to be a victory dance. Then she yelled "Thebakod Dada nekio nhefs" or something like that.
How did we get this far this fast?
Keep Smiling,
Rob
