I don't think I mentioned this before - but at 8 months and 1 day, Lilah officially started crawling. It took her a few days before she really got the hang of it. For awhile she would do a few crawls, then just roll to where she wanted/needed to go. Then, it was all over. She figured out how to do it efficiently and quickly. It's pretty wonderful in that I can just yell to her where I'm at and she'll come "thump, thump, thumping" down the hall or around the corner to come and find me. I think our very favorite is when Lance gets home though. It's so cute...I have GOT to get it on video this afternoon. I just tell her, "daddy's home!" and she crawls into the kitchen and peeks her head around the cabinets until he walks in. If he doesn't get in as fast as what she thinks he should, then she starts to whine. She gets SO excited to see her daddy. He always washes his hands when he gets home before he'll pick her up. Usually she looks at me like, "why won't he get me?" and I tell her to go get daddy. She crawls like I never see her crawl to the bathroom to wait for him to snatch her in his arms. It's the best feeling and has almost put me in tears so many evenings.
In a month's time she's learned to not only pull herself up on her knees to things, but now up to her feet. Needless to say, this has resulted in her not only getting into EVERYTHING imaginable, but also a lot of bumps and bruises. She forgets sometimes that if she lets go or flails backwards that the hard floors don't feel so good. Lance spent a weekend doing our minimal babyproofing, most of which is almost done (except for a gate to block off our gym).
Sometimes you think, "it can't get any better than this", but then the next week comes and it does. Maybe not better, just equally as amazing and such fun new adventures.
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