Look Who's Crawling . . .

. . . "for real" crawling-- the fast kind (well, faster than I am ready for). Between Emerson's expert cruising (she's even brave enough to move between furniture now) and her recent decision to crawl I can hardly keep up with her. She is literally into everything. Thankfully the girls help me out a lot during the day-- moving Emerson out of harm's way, prying things from her hands and mouth, and serving as two extra sets of watchful eyes. Oh yeah, and they gasp every time she touches anything she's not supposed too--either she will develop a nervous twitch, or I will go gray from all the gasping!

It really is so much fun to have a baby on the move again. She keeps us on our toes, but it's entertaining!

And, just because we can't get enough of those "baby blues" . . .