These Booties Are Made For Walkin'

Holy moly, time flies! I just noticed it's been over two weeks since I updated. A year ago today Hannah weighed just under four pounds and still wore an oxygen mask and a feeding tube. We are incredibly fortunate to be beyond all that, but we have friends whose children aren't out of the woods yet. I sometimes can't bring myself to post the mundane details of Hannah's development while worrying about Carter and Avery. Both have been through some scary moments the past few weeks, but seem to be headed back in the right direction. If you have a few moments to visit their websites and offer their parents some encouragement in their guestbooks, please do.

Hannah's not walking yet, but we've caught her standing a couple of times, balancing on her feet without holding onto anything. And she loves her new push toy, which she'd stagger behind for hours if given the chance. The problem is that she doesn't know how to turn it around or avoid obstacles, so if we're not there to do that for her, she'll just bash it into the wall, then sit down and cry cause it doesn't work anymore. For a video of that, and some other random Hannah moments, click here.




We decided that, instead of having to turn the Hannahmobile around every 10 seconds, we'd take her outside and let her play in the street. It's actually a cul-de-sac (snooty-talk for "circle"), so she wasn't dodging cars. She just got to push the toy for 50 feet or so before having to turn around. She thought it was great fun, and didn't even notice that she skinned her knee and wore holes through her fancy socks (sorry, Nancy!). We'll put pants and shoes on her next time. For video of that escapade, click here.

And, since the theme of this post seems to be video clips, here's one of Hannah laughing herself silly in the swing.

Not much else is going on. We're starting Hannah on table foods now; pretty much anything we eat that can be mushed up for a novice chewer with only eight teeth, is fair game. She gets whole milk morning and night, and formula mid-day just to make sure she's getting all the vitamins and stuff. She likes an appetizer of Cheerios, and apple juice from a sippy cup, while the chefs prepare her main course and decant her beverage. By "likes", I mean that if we don't provide something for her to eat the moment she's placed in the high chair, she bangs on the tray and whimpers. She doesn't know much at this age, but she seems to know that the high chair is made for eating, and that if she's in it and there's no food in sight, it's broken and must be reported to the management immediately.