To commemorate the event (the crawling, not the tooting), Lincoln has started sawing off different parts of the furniture, affixing foam stickies to the remaining corners of the tables, and threatening to throw out our entire bed frame because Munch just might crawl under the bed and hit her head on the beams underneath. He would prefer to sleep on a mattress on the floor. I vaguely remember bets being placed in regards to which parents would be more uptight. I will take my payout in euros, folks.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
She has started crawling. For the past few weeks we have been on high alert of the onset of the activity and even now it might be generous to label the stuttering back and fourth sway as "crawling". However today she managed to propel herself forward, so it counts. It should also be noted that, ah em, a cacophonous flatus escaped in the great effort. I guess every little bit helps.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Munch floss. November 11, 2009.
unbridled destruction of all paper products
dancing with her mama
having her picture taken
joyous banshee cries
pureed pasta products
not being center of attention
planned daytime slumber