On My Own Two Feet

I've mastered the fine art of pulling myself up. Now, I never want to sit down! Daddy showed me how to pull up on his fingers last week, but now I can use anything under the sun to get up all by myself. If I'm not standing, I'm screaming. Mommy just loves it. She knows her peaceful days are numbered. The clock is ticking for the days when she sits me down and I stay put. She's mentioned on more than one occasion that my first "real crawl" will probably be into a canal in Venice.

We went to a group called MOPS on Thursday. That stands for "Mothers of Preschoolers." Mommy actually left me in the nursery for two hours while she hung out with other mommies, ate goodies, and did all kinds of girlie things. Can you believe that? Anyway, mommy left this thing called a bottle with me while she was gone. That was kind of strange. It tasted exactly like mommy's milk, but was an altogether different eating experience than I am used to having. The lady who gave it to me told me her children would have starved to death if they had eaten as slow as I did. I told her to give me a break because I was new at this sort of thing. Geez, cut a baby some slack for goodness sake.