Start Your Engines

Baby has started crawling.  She discovered the movement this fussy afternoon while in a fit of rage.

We had just gotten up from a nap, and she did not want to be put down... unless, of course, it meant that I was going to sit right next to her so she could hold my fingers and walk.  My stomach, however, has different plans of the lunch variety.  So I sat with her for a few moments, and then I made my move for the kitchen.

The results can be described in one word: banshee.

I tried reason: "Baby, mommy needs to eat, just like you do. Matter of fact, mommy needs to eat SO you can eat."  I'm sure this would have worked if she could have heard me.

Next I tried sense of humor: "Sweetie, you're being a little silly. Mommy is going to take a picture of that silly face and send it to daddy so he can see how silly you're being."  The camera on my phone ALWAYS makes baby smile.  See the plan unfolding?

But it didn't work. She continued to scream angrily, and then she started trying to stand on her own. With one knee down, and one foot down, she looked about as red and determined as Spider Man.  Slowly, she slid forward.

"Baby, look what you just did!"

Screams continued as she pulled herself across the floor until she reached me. I couldn't keep myself from laughing at the scene unfolding before me.  She had crawled, but I'm not sure she even noticed.

She grabbed onto my arms and pulled herself up, giggling.  The red faded, and I shook my head. 

Silly baby, you have no idea how awesome you are.