The other day I fell over a baby gate attempting to climb over it and get into the next room. Yup, smack! Right on my knees. I assure you it was no laughing matter, however it must have looked great because my cousin wouldn’t stop laughing.
Since my knees are now all beat up, I notice every time I use them or am on them: giving Mila a bath, rocking her to sleep, sitting her on my lap and trott-trott-trotting, crawling on the floor chasing her, kneeling down to play with her, and so on, you get the picture.
June 23, 2012.
Our little family was gathered at a friend’s new house, sitting in her backyard, chatting. Mila wanted down, and figuring there wasn’t anything she could really hurt herself on or get into, I let her go.
I guess the grass was fairly new to her or maybe this was different from what we had at home. We couldn’t help but laugh as we watched her walk/crawl/something around the backyard. She wouldn’t put her knees down on the grass and instead crawled around on her hands and feet with her legs slightly bent. It was a sight to be seen!
11 months, 9 days
This was also the day Dan came up with the idea of mass producing and selling baby knee pads, (then babies could crawl ANYWHERE, yay!). I don’t know what he’s thinking most times.