All the Right Moves

Would it make me a bad mommy if I said I didn't know the exact moment Fiona made her momentous first crawl across the room? I'm trying to remember when and how she really got moving but I can't. Between early October to Thanksgiving she went from sitting, to rocking on all fours, to a shimmy, to peeling out and heading toward every electrical outlet she spots. It's a blur. Once she got the hang of it there was no learning curve; She's crawling like she's been doing it for the past eight months. At Gymboree she bolted up the padded incline to the shock of the instructor and classmates, all to proudly capture a worn, white wiffle ball.

Jim realized the crib had to be lowered- immediately -when he found her hanging out like this one day.

She's honing fine motor skills like picking up wee bits between fingers and studying textures--One usually expects to see that by a year so I guess she's a super star brain surgeon in the making.

With such pleasant fall weather we load her into the BOB for runs. So, here I go again, it must mean she's going to be an elite runner because she happily finger sucks while taking in every bit of trail scenery. Sunday she grabbed a front row seat at the 10 mile mark watching marathoners run through Old Fair Oaks Village (Some day daddy & I will be one of them again!).

Babbles have transformed into distinguishable "ma-ma-ma-ma..." or "da-da-da-da."

It was bittersweet when she cried specifically for me at the doctor's office Friday as the medical assistant and I held her tight to administer a little albuterol via face mask for her icky respiratory bug :( too soon, we get to mark off cold #2 in her baby album...