My daughter, my beautiful, wonderful, incredible, 13-month-old daughter, is MOBILE. She crawls. She rolls. She crab-walks. She's scoots. She's trying her damnedest to walk.
AND I'M NOT READY!!!
*sob*
I know I've complained before about how I thought I would carry her to kindergarten, and maybe I still will, but it certainly won't be out of necessity.
"AAAaaaaand THEY'RE OFF!"
She's discovered my plants. Dirt, apparently, = yummy. Why? I have no clue. Maybe it's crunchy. She likes crunchy.
"It's Brenna in the lead followed by NONONONONO!!"
She thinks it hilarious to pull the books off the bookcase. I swear, we're going to have to put a gate there, which is just ridiculous.
"NONONONONO is pulling ahead now, BUT WAIT, here comes Daddy out of the blue!"
Chris has become Brenna's favorite. I knew the "Mommy's Girl" phase wouldn't last long. *sigh* Now she'll sleep for him, but keeps me up till 3:15 in the AM.
"Now NONONONONO is gaining momentum, leaving Brenna and Daddy in the dust!"
I'm scrambling to keep ahead of her in the child-proofing area. I thought I had already done that. Um... nope. She finds new things every day that I hadn't thought would be a problem. The decorative throw hiding the junk on the shelves of the baby station? Yay! Let's pull it down! So much fuuuun!!! The shock guard under the desk? I have to watch her like a hawk. All the little outlets are covered, but man... that little red button is like catnip for babies. Any shoes left in the vacinity? Mmm Mmm good! *barf*
"Now Brenna's gaining the upper hand and... IT'S BRENNA IN A PHOTO FINISH!!!"
*sigh*
I guess it just goes by so quickly. Love 'em while you got 'em, right?
Right.









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When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me."
Erma Bombeck
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Mix pain and agony... add water...
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There is so much love on your photos...can't wait to see more of your work.
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My daughter is a year old, and she's stuck in reverse. So today, while on her backwards journey, she got stuck at the stroller. She's not hurt, and she's not in a position to get hurt. She's just stuck. She sitting between the stroller wheels (along the side of the stroller), with her back to the undercarriage, and she can't figure out how to move. So I've decided, this will be a good lesson. And thus, there she stays.
She can yell sooooooo loudly.
And that's what she's doing.
"Maaaaamaaa!!! Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da.... grawp, dayem, weweewwwweee. Ahhhhhh!!!! Mamamamamama....."
She's just not very happy with me at all.
I hate doing this kind of thing, because I'm afraid she'll think I'm ignoring her and she'll lose self-confindence. Or she'll lose faith and trust in me. But... I'm told that I spoil her, and the reason she's still stuck in reverse is because when she gets in a tight spot and yells, I come running. Hmmm....
So now I have to figure out which is more important: the possibility of my child not trusting me to help her when she needs it, the possibility that she's scared to do certain things because she doesn't trust herself to do them, or the fact that she needs to figure out how to crawl before she starts kindergarten?
ARGH!!!
I didn't sign up for this crap.
She's crawling backwards? Too funny!
My rule of thumb when dealing with my kids when they've gotten themselves into a spot is this... is she physically capable of fixing it herself? (obviously is the first question) And then, I go on a scale of her frustration. If she's just upset that its not going her way, but I can see that she'll get it in a minute, then I let her figure it out. If it looks like she's going to blow her top before she gets it right, then I'll help.
Hubby... he does ~everything~ for the child. I keep having to remind him that she can do things for herself. Don't underestimate her intelligence.
Thanks for the
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