Away We Go!

So there’s no question about it – she’s mobile!

Have you seen my doggie?
But it’s not crawling. No. She’s a creative problem solver just like her dad. So crawling would have been way to simple.

I figured it out all by myself.

Instead she… I don’t even know how to describe it. She puts one leg under and balances on it and then kicks one leg out like a rudder:


I go get that thing over there.




Away I go!


Hey are you looking at my bum?

It looks kindof silly but she is speedy quick. How about a full action sequence:

The object she was going for wasn’t me. Nope. It was my yarn:

That’s my girl

She has used her newfound ability to chase the dog tirelessly.

He's the best!

Either he doesn’t mind or he hasn’t figured out yet that once he jumps up on the couch the game is over.




Luckily for everyone involved she’s pretty easily defeated so far:

I go get my doggie.


Wait… I’m… I don’t…


MOOOOOMMMM!


Fine. I didn’t want the doggie anyways.


That kid is relentless.

But I think our time with that is limited. She’s already figured out how to push my laundry basket baby gates out of the way. I think we’re going to have to put up some real child barriers soon.

Oh and yes. The slippers on my feet in those photos are totally the French Press Slippers. I fell down a bit of a felted slipper wormhole there over the holidays. I escaped relatively unscathed all things considered. 5 pairs total. I’ve heard the addiction strikes others way worse than that.

In other news is anyone else getting as excited for the Olympics as I am?



Yay!  Olympics!  Does that mean more Doggies?