Remember this post? Yup, it doesn’t end. I was cooking the other day when Mila got real quiet. I went looking around for her, only to find a pile of shredded cheese surrounding my daughter and this shoved in her mouth.
November 5, 2012
Almost 16 months
Mila is getting so tall, and I forget this sometimes, that she actually reached up onto the counter and grabbed my cheese. I guess she was hungry.
Having a baby makes you a dancer. For better or worse, you’ll dance: when you have your baby in your arms and a good song comes on the radio or when you look down and your baby’s reaching up to you, you grab her hands and swing her around or…
When you’re ever so quietly attempting to exit her room, backwards, while she lays peacefully almost asleep in her crib. You reach back with one leg, crossing over the other leg, keeping your knees bent as you gently place your foot over the spot where you think the floor creeks. Repeat until you’re in the doorway slowly pulling the door closed in front of you, being ever so careful not to make any noise as you click the latch into place. Then you step away from the door – in the same manner – and walk down the hallway and down the stairs avoiding every spot of the hardwood floor that squeals in rebellion to your weight shifting from step to step; gently placing your feet on parts of the steps that aren’t normally walked upon, until you reach the bottom and sigh with relief.
And after all of this, only to have your baby shuffle, roll over and scream her head off. So, you turn around, walk up the steps lightly and do it all again.
I’m so glad we lowered Mila’s crib last month, (February 28th, really – at 7 and a half months). We didn’t want an accident and with her moving around so much and it was just a matter of time before she figured out how to sit up on her own or pull herself up and out of the crib entirely.
This morning, as is our typical routine, I got out of the shower and went into my room to dress. Mila is usually asleep still, and this morning I saw her on the monitor wake up and begin to move around. She wasn’t fussing, just moving around on her belly. I watched her as she sat herself up, (oh my goodness – that’s a first!!), leaned over, grabbed a stuffed bunny and stuck it in her mouth. She sat there, (as I sat in the other room watching), playing and talking to herself and waving to the dim and quiet room. I thought it was so cute I couldn’t tear myself away from the monitor to get ready!
When I was ready, I went into her room to get her ready. She still wasn’t crying or fussing at all – just sitting there playing. This is what I found:
My good little girl…
Mila’s 8 and a half months-old now.