what a difference a week makes
Aug. 21st, 2012 07:17 amGwen has pretty much mastered the military crawl; since we got home last night, she has managed to creep up on Widget and grab hold of his tail, and make her way from the bathroom to where the cat food and water is, and dump over the bowl of water. Nothing is now safe. :)
She has also made phenomenal strides with other mobility; a couple of times we'd left her lying down in the pack'n'play, either the one in our hotel room or the one in
jpgsawyer and
edith_hedingham's tent, and we came back to find her sitting upright, the first evidence we'd had of her getting into a sitting position by herself. I wasn't sure, though, if she'd been using the sides of the pack'n'play to help her. But then last night we were both lying on the bed together, and a bit later I noticed she was sitting up, so clearly she can do it on her own. Yay! We celebrating last night when we got home by lowering her crib.
She still can't get up on hands and knees, but I have seen her a few times now get up on hands and feet. She can't really do anything from that position -- it's hard with your bum in the air and your head pulled down by gravity -- but it's still something new. And her ability to pull herself up onto things, too; I set her down in the bathroom before I showered, and came back a bit later to find she'd pulled herself up over the lip of the shower (which stands maybe 8" above the ground), so that she was standing up and leaning over the rim.
We are doomed. Doomed, I tell you.
Our week in Wales was, all told, even considering the tent-pegs-snapping-in-the-rainstorm-around-us day Friday, fantastic. It'll get a separate write-up, probably composed while I'm on the sleeper train to Copenhagen this evening -- sans Gwen. This will be the first time I've traveled without her. I admit, right now, I'm more looking forward to the unbroken sleep at night than I am dreading missing her. But anyway, for now, I will just close with a picture, of someone who is enjoying Welsh cake and grapes:

She has also made phenomenal strides with other mobility; a couple of times we'd left her lying down in the pack'n'play, either the one in our hotel room or the one in
She still can't get up on hands and knees, but I have seen her a few times now get up on hands and feet. She can't really do anything from that position -- it's hard with your bum in the air and your head pulled down by gravity -- but it's still something new. And her ability to pull herself up onto things, too; I set her down in the bathroom before I showered, and came back a bit later to find she'd pulled herself up over the lip of the shower (which stands maybe 8" above the ground), so that she was standing up and leaning over the rim.
We are doomed. Doomed, I tell you.
Our week in Wales was, all told, even considering the tent-pegs-snapping-in-the-rainstorm-around-us day Friday, fantastic. It'll get a separate write-up, probably composed while I'm on the sleeper train to Copenhagen this evening -- sans Gwen. This will be the first time I've traveled without her. I admit, right now, I'm more looking forward to the unbroken sleep at night than I am dreading missing her. But anyway, for now, I will just close with a picture, of someone who is enjoying Welsh cake and grapes:

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Date: 2012-09-04 06:00 pm (UTC)(High-waisted pants are another example of this phenomenon).