Tonight I tricked you into falling asleep on the floor. Which, technically, could mean that I tricked you into sleeping by yourself... See, I don't really wanna give up sleeping with you quite yet because...well there's just nothing to say but I'm just used to you--you're a human teddy bear, only a l i v e and all your little kicks and idiosyncrasies while you sleep are quite nice...when I'm ready to sleep...but alas, I am not ready to sleep at 7:30, as you most definitely are. So, tonight, instead of insisting you fall asleep on the bed and then feeling hyper-paranoid every minute after leaving the room that you might fall off AND after laying with you for over 30 minutes, I decided we'd try the floor. I had already created a spot, incidentally, for you to play on earlier, with your blankets. So, I could let you fall asleep there and not worry about you rolling off the bed, I decided. We relocated and I closed the door almost all the way (I think the real culprit to your sleep up to this point in the night had been the light outside the room) and you fell asleep pretty quickly, nursing with both of us laying there. Now, which of us will join whose bed later tonight is yet to be determined.

Milestone #2, or #1 if we're being chronological: On our way to Jay, to pick up Daddy's medicine, You rode in a front-facing carseat! Don't tell the police, though, cause I think you're missing 2 of the 22 pound requirement. You were tickled. And we ate unhealthy Little Debbie 'granola' bars on the way back home from. Though we dreaded the trip, it turned out to be quite lovely for us both--just you and me, fall leaves, and high fructose corn syrup! You laughed at me every time I turned around to look at you. I almost wish I hadn't given you the granola bar, though, just to see how much attention you might pay to the scenery and such.

You also started army-crawling in the tub tonight. Not afraid. You've been army crawling and even a little regular crawling on carpet for awhile, now, but never in the tub. And every chance you get--up against the treadmill, the back of the couch, wherever, you get up on your legs and stand on your feet, while holding on. I believe this is officially "Pulling Up" but it seems like you're more "Pushing Up"... You're very giggly and have like 6 teeth and I'm sorry I always sound in a hurry, I always feel in a hurry these days. Not sure why.