No more changes for a while. You are growing up far too fast for me to keep track of.
A long time ago, before you were born, before you were in my belly, before I knew your dad, I told myself that I would keep a journal for you when you finally showed up. A journal that you could read when you got older to remember the things you did and the way you were before you even attached words to memories.
Well, I didn't have any idea what being a mom to you (or any little one) would be like. You are on the move all day long. You have been crawling for just over a month now. You started the night we had that HUGE suprise party for papa.
It was really late at night and you had been asleep in the band room across the hall from the party, but the noise of the clean up and then the echo of your own voice crying out made it too hard to fall back to sleep. So you came back out and joined the clean up party. You were so happy to be there (deliriously sleepy happy). And all of the sudden-- you crawled. Just like that while everyone was sitting around watching you.
Well since then, you haven't stopped. Every time you see the stairs you let out a little shout of glee as if you were seeing them for the first time. You start to crawl a little faster, knowing it's only a matter of time before Dad or I intervenes. Your stair mounting has become flawless, and at the top you give another little excited shout and try to take off before one of us scoops you up. (That's the only reason you haven't discovered the litter box yet).
This morning for the first time, when you woke up and called out to us, I went into your room to get you and brought you into our bed and you just cuddled with us for about a half an hour. Well for you it was considered cuddling... more accurately rolled around and touched our faces ... but you didn't make a beeline for the edge of the bed, and that was something new.
