Little E. is now a true rolling machine. There is no stopping her. In fact, yesterday evening when we returned home from the regatta, and I was changing her on the love seat, she nearly rolled from it to the floor. I was only straightening out a new diaper to put on her, I barely lifted my eyes from her for a second when I saw a bare little E toosh hanging down towards the floor. My heart flew up into my throat.
I replaced her in her spot on the cushion infront of me where she contently babbled to herself, unaware that she just about killed me.
It's hard to believe that she is nearly six months. And mostly mobile.
She tries when shes on her back to pull herself up by her clothes so that she can sit up. Or she pulls on the belt or the tray in front of her bouncer or her swing for the same purpose. She spins herself in circles on the floor. And then rolls all over it too.
Today she found herself in a mirror and thought it was the best thing since sliced bread. She loves keyboards and pieces of different paper. Different textures.
We "won" her a stuffed elephant at the regatta yesterday and this evening when she went to bed, she pulled it up beside her and promptly fell asleep.
This little girl melts my heart.
Boy were they ever right when they say having children is like wearing your heart on your sleeve.
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