It Happens Fast!

IMG_1157, a photo by raniel diaz on Flickr.

Less than twenty-four hours from our last post, we found out that Quinley was indeed crawling in a straight line so we have to formally retract our comments about floor swimming practice. And, to add to the development milestones, within forty-eight hours, Q managed to pull herself up into the standing position! My oh my. Too much. Too soon. "Too bad" - she says.

Onward. Time to start paying attention to what's actually on the floor. The play table from Mr. Randall has been amazing (big thanks). Her first session with it - she was also a bit tired as you can see - so the head down pictures were brief naps while standing.

Quinley has also learned to make a sound that seems strangely similar to the name "Dadda" - I absolutely melted when she started saying this. Caught it on video for later consumption. She is an unbelievable communicator for having an arsenal of no real words just yet.

Everything encountered continues to end up in her mouth. And, as a bonus, there's very few edible things on the ground for her to find - except for dog treats. Perhaps we should start leaving good fresh food on the floor?...just a thought.

We had a great roadtrip this past weekend up to Carmel for a lovely Sullivan wedding. Took the drive back down Coast Highway on the way home. Side note - that's an easy way to turn a six-hour drive into a twelve-hour drive - no problem. Just saying. Had an amazing surprise waiting for us when we got to San Luis Obispo to visit Uncle Bruce - "amazing" let's just keep it at that.

The food stuffs are becoming more and more varied and now include most of the organic vegetable/fruit chain. Not sure about the napkins and leaves...People seem to freak out when she starts eating a receipt or a napkin - it doesn't really bother me as long as it doesn't bother her. It doesn't have a great finish anyway.

Derby got his late summer cut and remains a bit disgruntled as second fiddle. He could really use some visitors that will show him the love he remembers. A shameless plug, we know.