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Wednesday, March 26, 2008Out Of OrderMost babies sit up before they stand up. It's logical, really. It also makes things easier on mommies. Not that parenting is ever meant to be easy on mommies. Of course, I did say "most babies," which excludes our Molly. Yes, you guessed it -- she's pulling up. As in, all the way up to her feet. She only does it when she has a handy human to use for grabbing and climbing. But stand she does -- and she's mightily proud once she's upright. Mind you, she's not quite seven months old yet. So I'm wondering why God decided to give me such an energetic, go-get-um, moving-around-early baby when I'm on the downswing of my childbearing years. Right. Staying young and all that. Other hands to help and all that. But what about "enjoying this special, surprise baby and savoring each day"? As in, let's not rush the babyhood thing. I'm so loving the babyhood thing. And I've got this teeny-tiny, uber petite powerhouse who is rolling, army crawling, and pulling up before her seven month mark. She's got two teeth, too. But those are right on schedule. I can't even run upstairs to check my email while she's on her play mat anymore. The last time I tried, she had unplugged a lamp in my absence. I wasn't gone that long. The girl is fast. So we're into the I Need Constant Supervision phase. Which is particularly difficult on ballet days when my two main babysitters aren't home. Waa. Fortunately Molly's been trained to stay in her pack-n-play for twenty-five minutes, twice a day. It's amazing how much one can accomplish in twenty-five minutes. I smell a book deal: "The Twenty-five Minute Housewife" by Jill Schafer Boehme, in a Very Nice Deal to... Then again, I don't think I could squeeze another book into my twenty-five minute time slots. And naptime is for...blogging. And cleaning bathroom grout. And folding laundry. And, oh yes. Writing novels. Which is what I really ought to be doing right now, before my standing-before-she's-sitting baby wakes up and wants to climb me. I love being a mom. Labels: baby |
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4of my readers are feeling chatty:
Molly will keep you guessing! Parker started walking at nine months and nine days of age. He never crawled much. He did the army commando low crawl for a while but he mainly rolled where he wanted to go until he decided it was quicker to walk. He was our first child so we had no idea that he was classified as an "early walker".
Jill, you sound so contentedly (not sure that is acutally a word) blessed!
I continue to be thrilled for you.
His Peace,
Debbie
I am wildly nodding my head in agreement Jill.
Aww surprise babies are the best- aren't they?
Jessica
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