Ever the Adventurer

There are few unconquered heights (height at this point means 12 inches or less!) and even fewer undiscovered corners in our house. If she can crawl/climb under it, over it, through it, behind it or in it, she does. It seemed Lilyanna stretched her boundaries all in one day. She had remained basically in a small circle that encompassed her toys in the living room and the entrance to the kitchen. Then one day...she navigated her way into and out of all the nooks and crannies created by the couches. She climbed up onto and over the elevated base of her exersaucer. She discovered that the kitchen extends beyond her highchair. Now she's like a little puppy dog, following us down the hall, nosing around under beds and yep, finding food scraps on the kitchen floor.



What a joy it is to watch her discover her world. She gets a googly-eyed smile when I pick her up in my room and she sees little trinkets on my shelf. By the look on her face you'd think they were pure gold. Trust me, they aren't. She's mesmerized for minutes by the movement of a hinged dresser drawer pull. There is a discovery around every corner for her at this point, how lucky we are to be witness to it.

Baby Graduations

Today was Lily's first time in the "Crawlers" nursery. She was, as the church put it, promoted, from the infant room. When we got the letter indicating that babies around her age would be moved up this week, I couldn't help but feel my heart squeeze a little bit. It's not the only "graduation" she's faced recently. The baby swing is prepped to go into the attic. We've lowered her crib mattress. And we decided she'd probably over stayed her time in the baby bath.

You know, the oft-refered to but identity deprived "they" always tell you that it will be hard to let go. I don't think anybody told me the letting go would need to begin so soon. I know it sounds silly given that each day is more fun as she meets the world around her, but each day also leads us ever further down the trail away from these precious, sweet days of babyhood, a path that cannot be re-walked. But we dance as we go, and I'll admit, a twirl or two is even thrown in as I realize that I have recently not had to keep a bib on her every waking hour, and I can even sit down for a feeding and not panic in the middle when I realize I have forgotten the burp rag. Reflux is one thing this mom is not having a terribly hard time letting go of!