I keep hoping that early motor development equals athletic scholarship. If so, we're in luck. Eve is now quite comfortable crawling wherever she pleases, so we have to look around to find what room she's ventured into. Last week she found her way to the kitchen, pulled up onto the cross pieces at the bottom of her favorite chair, found a marker, took the top off, and was coloring on the chair. We're in for trouble. I also caught her putting her knee up onto a step. She's been pulling up to standing at the bottom of the stairs, but has started to realize that she may be able to get her knee up onto one. I think this week she'll figure that out, then we're in big trouble. She's pulled her knees up onto a few things that are almost as tall as a step. She's also frequently pulling up to standing in her crib and on the side of the couch. I suppose it's time to fix the cabinet locks and gate that have broken.
While typing this John was playing with his scissors. They're kid scissors, so I'm not too worried. Thank goodness he was wearing the shirt he already cut a hole in. It now looks like Freddie Crougar attacked his shirt. I really feel like we're going to end up shaving his head soon because of a bad "hair cut". Hopefully it's his and not Eve's!
Earlier this morning he did the sweetest thing. Eve has been fussing in her room trying to take a nap. He went upstairs to try to go pee pee on the potty (no luck, although we've bought Bob the Builder big boy underwear and cool stickers as incentive). Anyway, he went into her room, gave her a kiss, and said night night Baby Eve, then came out and shut her door. He really does love her. It's so sweet. Unfortunately most times when he's trying to be sweet and hold her, she cries. I know she'll grow to love him, too...once the fear factor is gone.
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