Our parenting journey started easy. When Emry was nine months, she didn’t move. Simply sat and played happily with whatever we put around her. When she finally decided (a week after she turned one) that crawling might be worth trying and then walking (at 18 months), she still didn’t get into anything that wasn’t hers. How easy was that!
Then came Ethan. He crawled around nine months and walked just after he turned one. Prior to that he had an army crawl an enlisted guy at boot camp would envy. And he used it to get into just about everything. But if he pulled all my books off the bottom shelves, he stopped to look at them before moving to the next thing. If he dumped all his blocks onto the floor, he stopped for a while and enjoyed them before moving on. He made a mess, but he paused long enough that it wasn’t long before I had taught him to pick up most things himself.
And now comes Ellyson. Who is crawling everywhere. And leaving a path of destruction in her wake. Ellyson is all over the place, from one end of our little place to the other. Wherever she goes, she pulls out whatever she finds, pauses to scatter them all over the place, and then moves on to find something else to strew about the floor. You walk through the house and find markers all over Emry’s floor, Hot Wheel cars scattered about Ethan’s, books off my bottom shelves, her toys all over the living room, the DVDs everywhere but the shelf, and Ellyson happily scattering about the water bottles in the kitchen. And she hasn’t yet learned to pick up any of it.
Today Ellyson is nine months old…and my house is a mess. But she’s happy. After a rough week, she’s finally settling into a six-hour sleep pattern each night. She has met a new friend: Emry’s pet fish Green Star which she sits on the floor, looks up at, points, and claims, “Fish!” I think she has about six teeth coming in, four on top and two on the bottom. And every day we wash her hair because she loves to clean her hands in it after she eats, so it’s almost always full of peanut butter, peaches, bananas (which she has suddenly decided she likes after all), carrots, and whatever else she has eaten that day. I guess it’s all good for her hair because it’s growing in nicely.
But trying to get her pictures today…well, that was a challenge. And I don’t have one with the sticker actually on her.
Look! The sticker!
No, Sock Monkey, you cannot have my sticker.
And my personal favorite.
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