Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Let's do this some more.
(So, so sorry. Lame, I know, but this tune keeps going through my head and I'm trying to find an outlet before I go crazy!)
Seven month old Laurel has been mobile for a couple of months now. She's not quite crawling, in fact, we thought for sure she was going to skip that step until this past week. She has only recently started creeping by dragging her belly, arms outstretched, and toe inching it forward. No, her mobility is not in crawling, but instead by rolling. She manages to get to any object or place her little heart desires by putting her body in full spin. Round and round she goes, where she stops, only Laurel knows.
She begins at the playhouse. So much to do here, but alas, she is a baby and her interest quickly wavers. She looks around for something more interesting and finds...
...rattles and all things chewable. One tooth in and another trying to emerge means TEETHING!
Looky, looky, a ball. Oooohhhh, and a stereo with gobs and gobs of buttons to push.
Score! Ian left his train out, and he's no where to be seen. Finally, she has a chance to play with it.
But wait, a container with all its contents still enclosed? This can not be...SPILL!
The destruction continues...
Mama, enough already with the camera and give me some sweet, nourishing booby juice! NOW!!!!!