5 posts tagged “milestones”

Yesterday, I was 20 weeks pregnant. I finally managed to get a few belly pics, even though by this time with Dora we probably had a memory card full of them. With no further delay:

                                                                            The Belly

In other news, today my sweet, sweet, princess pie is 18 months old. 18 months! Look at the last post to see her picture. Behind her impish smile, you might be able to imagine life with her. Peeking around corners to give a 1,000 watt smile, only to run off again so you will chase her. Falling down and trying to decide whether she should cry this time or not. Getting frustrated when you try to help her, because she can do it by herself. Getting FURIOUS when she can't do it by herself. Clapping when she does do it by herself, and looking around to make sure you are clapping too. We are, baby, we are.

It's true. She's taking steps. At first, a few weeks ago, only with lots of encouragement. This weekend, she let go of my knees twice and took a few steps. Running is mere moments away. Trips to Wal-Mart will never be the same again. She will be one next week. What happened to my little baby? 

We interrupt this tale of infertility woe to bring you news of mobility. The Dora Child is crawling. Well, she's mobile, anyway. Using one knee and one foot on the ground to "crawl" just far enough to get to the first thing to pull up on. If nothing is very close to crawl to, she's likely to put both feet on the ground and try to bear-crawl or stand up by herself.

I am SO not ready for this.

for all this growing up to happen.

This past weekend Dora's two bottom teeth broke through the skin. Child is 3 and a half months old, she should not be having teeth yet. (What's that I hear my mom saying? I cut teeth at 4 months? This is not about me!) Then last night, she rolled over. She's been working on that one a while, but when I got her naked for her bath she just did it. All one smooth motion, then she started trying to crawl.

It's the most awesome mixture of excitement and sadness and freaking out I've ever experienced. Everything is so wonderful, and good, and she's doing all the things that she's supposed to be doing and thankyouGod nothing seems to be wrong with her in any way. She's so ... perfect. But she's growing up so fast. I have a feeling this will not be the first time something like this happens without my permission.

(Back to the regularly scheduled birth story entry next time, whenever that may be.)