Okay, enough about this drat paper I'm working on (and yes, I hear the collective sigh of relief from you). Instead I'll tell you what's keeping me from working on said paper: One very busy, energetic, and quick moving baby who *gulp* took three steps yesterday! Three steps! I really was hoping she'd wait until she was a year old before she started walking, but I'm thinking that's not going to happen (she's only nine and a half months now). Maybe she'll just be happy with those three steps, and decide this whole walking business is overrated.
On the upside, when she's busy standing and stepping she moves a lot slower than when she crawls. Sydney has figured out how to get into everything. The rack of CDs formerly organized by music type? I've settled on just having the CDs off the floor. And hey, the soundtrack to 'My Best Friend's Wedding' looks nice next to the Collective Soul CD. I like to think of it as eclectic organization...especially when I see Air Supply next to Nirvana.
My shelf of cookbooks? Sydney is quite sure the books belong on the kitchen floor. If all she did was pull them off it wouldn't be too bad. However, when she starts pulling pages out of the books, I have to take action (but, hey, what did I need that page with metric conversions for anyway?). I've already decided we need to get a baker's rack with doors on it, because I'd rather not spend the next year putting books back on their shelf.
Of course, whatever we get with doors on it will certainly need to have those little 'door stopper' thingies attached to them. Last week Jason installed them on our under-the-sink cabinets to keep Syd out of all the cleaning products. Let me say, after a lifetime of easily opening cupboard doors, it's really annoying to have to learn one more step. You can always tell when one of us is trying to get something under the sink:
-- *thump of the door stopper* "Oh bother!" (said with just a bit more force than Winnie the Pooh says it)
With all this absolutely gorgeous weather (mid-70's!!) I've had Sydney exploring grass. She wasn't too sure at first, but by the second day she had figured out how to pull up bits of grass. I wouldn't call her adventurous, but she's at least not totally freaked out anymore. Yesterday, she and Jason explored the back yard. She'd walk a few steps (with his help), lean down, pick stuff up, examine it.
She seemed to think it was all pretty nifty.
And, well, I did too.