Last night at 9:24 p.m., merely five seconds after I laid her down in her crib, Miss Annabeth Jones sat herself up for the first time. I responded with, "Oh. My. Gosh." And then she started crying hysterically. I waited to see if she would stop wailing so that I could get my camera and document the moment, but it didn't happen. I could only pick her up and tell her what a big girl she was getting to be.
We're at that point where it seems like every day she does something new. Annabeth has always been a very chilled out baby, the benefits of which are not wasted on me. As a result of her laid back personality, she only started rolling from her back to her front about a month ago. She would roll onto her stomach when we put her to bed. At first she cried, but then she resorted to regularly sleeping on her belly. That led to much more voluntary tummy time, which in turn led to my baby girl becoming an active little wiggle worm. Sister is all over the floor nowadays.
I think it's hilarious that when I sit her hiney down on the floor, it takes her half a second to zero in on whatever little thing may be sitting within her reach and grab at it. Even if it's a fuzz ball from the rug, which is why I usually have a blanket covering the thing.
I expected Annabeth to be a late crawler, but I think she may be right on target to crawl at the same age as Jackson. That will be so if it happens within the next week. Right now she will lunge forward, but her feet and ankles stay under her bum. I've also seen her do lots of splits recently. The new development today is that gets in the push-up position and head bangs. I think this is the pre-cursor to rocking on all fours. We shall see what tomorrow brings!
I swore I wouldn't encourage this development. It changes everything. Relaxation? Gone. Beautiful home without baby gates? Gone. Normal naps? Temporarily gone as she practices her moves. I'm a little stressed about what our slate floors are going to do to her knees. But seeing her make all these physical strides is so exciting. I swore I wouldn't put her toys out of reach and encourage her to crawl to them, but I lied! I totally lied!
So cute, even with a little boog. I tried to edit it out, but I'm a Photoshop imbecile.
See that laundry basket back there? And the toy basket? And the rolled up diaper? Just making sure. What you don't see is ten mutilated little dinosaur toys that Beckham chewed up while we were on a Chickfila run. And he pulled out the trash. Why does he hate me so?