Mobility

I’m in trouble! Punkin’ has reached that ever dreaded time. She is officially mobile. For weeks she has been rolling over and getting stuck on the walls and furniture. I could put a few chairs around and strategically keep her in one area.

Now though… now she is officially commando crawling. She can go anywhere, anytime, and no longer feels stuck. She gets angry if I don’t put her down… Perhaps it is a good thing that I shampooed the living room floor today. Ugh.

At least she is adorable. Makes up for the mobility. Almost.

W-h-a-t What?

As M has learned more at school, I find her teaching herself more often. The other day, she was sitting at the table creating Multiplication problems for herself. Wow, I so totally never did that as a kid.

Yesterday I called her into my room for just a second. I wanted to show her something, but instead of just coming in, she felt the need to say “W-h-a-t What Mom?” She had this little grin on her face waiting for my reaction. I smiled, bopped her on the head, and called her a goof ball.

So now she is spelling to me? Yet another thing I have never done.