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This Counts As Sitting Up, Right?

Sitting Up?

Sitting Up?

How’s this for an action shot? Whoo! I was getting Abby dressed, so I sat her up to pull the shirt over her head and she grabbed onto the end of the changing table and held on for dear life. Which meant she was sitting up!

I managed to grab this blurry snapshot I know, it’s about as useful as that grainy shot of the Loch Ness monster! But I assure you, it’s not mythical. Okay, so she’s not actually sitting up on her own, but Abby is outstandingly strong and active.

Her grip is amazing. If Penny gets too close, which happens a lot, she gets treated to a hair-yank that leaves her helpless; I actually have to rescue the toddler from the baby. When she sits on her feet, all I have to do is hold her hands and she zooms into a standing position, her feet neatly pulled together and her arms out like a Romanian gymnast bent on escaping the cold war. As for tummy time, well, she still hates it but it’s clear to me that if we can pile up enough minutes, she’ll be zooming across the floor in no time.

I wonder, now that I think of it, if she’ll have one of those cool alternate crawls? That commando-crawl is just the cutest thing. I wonder how she’ll crawl!

Anyway, the poor thing has been fighting sleep for the past day yesterday I tried to be careful as I clipped her, sleeping, into the car-seat so we could get to Penny’s class, but she woke, and it was all too exciting to sleep through after that. Gone are the days when she’d drift off in a roomful of toddlers because, welp, it’s time for a snooze. Now she drinks them all in, waving her hands and feet in imitation of their amazing running and jumping, till she’s an exhausted mess. It’s the classic second-kid thing: I don’t have the time or space to devote to making sure she sleeps like I did with Penny, so it’s catch-as-catch-can, which I think makes it hard for her to get to sleep at night, too.

Or maybe it’s her teeth, or maybe she really liked the Harry Nillson documentary we were watching last night. Either way, there she was, giggling and grabbing my chilly nose at 1am, 3:30am, 5am… Thank goodness for morning naps (mine)!

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