Playing at our neighborhood playground—mouth blue from trying to eat chalk (you look away for one second and…), dirty from crawling all around, and tired from attempting over and over to crawl up the slide like the big kids.
Little M…I thought I would be more sad to not have a little baby anymore, but really she is getting more and more fun. Plays peek a boo constantly, tries to put on her own shoes and socks (by holding them near her feet), says something like “shoes” and “socks”, gives the best hugs, tackles C at every opportunity, unloads anything left near her that is loaded (boxes of toys, laundry baskets, dishwashers, etc.), willing to put just about anything in her mouth, and spends the vast majority of the day attempting to crawl down the hallway and up the stairs (hallway gate purchased and will be installed this weekend!).
Still with the five teeth, no walking, few words (but babbles a LOT). We are working and working on getting napping straightened out. (Aside one: gosh, I thought buying the No Cry Nap Solution would be enough, turns out I have to actually read it and implement a plan. Crap. Aside two: you know it will be just my luck to get her napping really well right before we leave for Boston, which is sure to mess her up again royally.) We did buy some el cheapo blackout shades that just tape onto the window frame, and that seems to be helping. Working on longer naps—the occasional 90 minute crib nap, but lots of little 40 minute ones still. Most often when I have tried to leave her sleeping with G to go pick up C from school…poor G is supposed to be working and ends up upstairs with a cranky little baby. Baby steps, right?
Really, I think it will come as a shock to her some day to realize there are animals at the zoo.