Going On A Bear Hunt

Can't go under it.

Can't go around it.

Must go over it.

The end.

Forward Progression

It's not crawling, per se. But she's definitely moving forward.

Grace has been rolling here and there, and she's been crawling in reverse. But both of these strategies never got her closer to the things she wanted. Usually, my phone. In fact, most of the time, she ended up stuck under something.



Until earlier this week.



Watch out Claire ... with a little more practice, I bet she'll be on your heels in no time.

P.S. I can't be held responsible for the mismatched clothes. She dresses herself.

Past the Verge

Must. Buy. Baby. Gate. Pronto.


P.S. I spent about 67 hours yesterday looking for my camera which held this priceless footage. I was sure it had been stolen. Or that Izzy ate it. But after hours of searching, I found it shoved behind the cushion of the recliner. I blame Grace.

On the Verge

I'm on the verge of being in deep trouble.





If you have kids, you see what I mean. Those girls have learned to tuck their knees. It's only a matter of time before they learn how to crawl. And I will be totally screwed.