Santa Claus

Baby Day was oh-so-serious about meeting Santa. Ken and I did all of our tricks to make her smile, laugh, or at least look relaxed. No. Very Serious Baby Day. But she didn't cry. In her defense, Santa was not very interactive. But, he kept that friendly smile plastered on the entire time. Speaking of plastered... maybe Santa had a little something stashed away in his boot.

Independent Woman

Apparently, I have been impeding my child's development. The pediatrician asked me last week if she was crawling to which I had to reply sheepishly, 'Well, she CAN. She just DOESN'T." That's because at the slightest whimper, I would run to pick her up. Yes, the one obstacle was ME! (Imagine that.) This week she has been sick, and we were home together for 5 LOOONG days. I think she finally got tired of me holding her, and she is now Ms. Independent Woman. Pulling up on everything and crawling (the REAL thing, not the army crawl) around like mad. She's even crawling AWAY from me to explore. She has finally realized that she is a whole separate person!