And she's pulling herself up on things (like her crib, me, laundry baskets, other babies, furniture, anything that will hold still for two seconds).....and letting go! She tried to balance on her feet today. Of course that stunt quickly landed her on her rear. I told her that if she walks before she even really perfects crawling she is gonna be in BIG trouble.
And yes. She's drooling. Profusely. I'm assuming that if a child drenches 6 bibs in one day, a tooth isn't far very away. That sentence rhymes!
Oh yeah. And my perfect baby that sleeps, pretty much through every night? She's gone.
Someone replaced her with a hyper, squirmy-as-a-worm-on-hot-pavement kid. One that won't stay on her back when put in her crib to sleep. One that stands up in her bed (see pictures) and yells at me from across the room. Several. Times. Every. Night. One that won't sweetly nurse and fall back to sleep in bed with me. No! This one crawls all over the place, pulling my hair, smacking my face, poking her daddy's eyes, and then falls off the bed (which makes us all sad). *sigh*
I love this new kid though. She crawls over to get hugs, kisses, and cuddles when we're playing on the floor together. The old Ashlynn didn't do that. So, I guess it's all give and take, right? :)
