So I have a bit of no-baby-in-my-arms time now. However, crawling is not enough for my darling.
She wants to walk.
Three days after she learned to crawl I caught her in my peripheral vision pulling herself up and planking, yoga style on a box. And now the coffee table.
Seven days after that I saw her planking on her Fisher Price walker and pushing it forward, taking four steps in the process.
So Mr S and I spend our days putting cushions in front of the pointy edges of the coffee table, replacing the cushions around the pointy edges of the coffee table when she decides it's ace fun to pull them out everywhere, nursing her bruised forehead, crawling around the floor with her, putting CDs out of each, nursing her bruised cheekbones, replacing the cushions again, nursing her bruised head... you get the idea.
I haven't mentioned the talking either.
Two weeks ago she busted out 'DADADADAD'.
On the weekend she crawled up to me, tugged my trouser leg and said 'Mama? Mama?' Melt.
Yesterday she learned to clap. This learning business, it never stops, does it? She's experimenting with some other sounds appearing and it's so fascinating to watch her change and grow every day.
Here's some photos from our week for you to
|Hanging by the river in Huonville|
|Sunday arvo with Dad.|
|Millie & her boyf Oliver.|
|Millie's first Amy Kendall & The Kitchenhands band rehearsal.|
|She's an Aussie kid with her Saos.|