I can do a proper crawl these days, but I prefer to army-crawl. It’s just much faster. So, I will crawl from the play table in our library, over to Riley and Emmett’s race track, but then I will army-crawl across the wood floor to the chalk board. Mom still calls me the slither-pig because when I army-crawl, she says I do it seamlessly, slithering across the floor. I can crawl all the way up the stairs-from the basement all the way to our bedrooms. In fact, it is kind of hard to keep me from doing it.
I will eat anything that you put in front of me. I love waffles, most of all. I really only put up with formula these days, but I don’t like it as much as I used to. I get very upset if I don’t have my own sippy cup, the way the boys do. But I’m not really sure how they work yet, so I just hold on and suck on the top of it like it was a bottle.
I am very observant. I understand that if you push a button on the remote, it changes the picture on the television. I play ball, rolling our big, purple ball across the floor with anyone who wants to play.
I am furniture surfing on everything and pulling myself up on everyone. I can balance for a bit between two piece of furniture, but I’m not taking any steps yet without holding on. I like to bounce in our bouncy-house. I think it’s fun when I get into the bouncy-house with Riley and Emmett, but Mom and Dad think it is kind of dangerous.
I do my best to follow the boys around, wherever they go. I want whatever they have. And I work hard to get what I want. I am always trying to take Riley’s bunny and pacifier. But I really don’t care for Emmett’s bunny. I think that it smells bad. I agree with Riley on that one: Yuck.
More to come!
Tessa
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