Typical Night

Yes, a typical night in our house entails us following Lyla around and getting her to do stuff. She is a ripper now, and I wish I had most of her antics on film since she is all over the place now. Last night, Trent came home from work, and Jean and Lyla were strolling around the corner holding hands.

This was followed by our neighbors Bob and Sue kindly dropping off a pumpkin hat that Sue made for Lyla. Lyla is not digging male guests at our house lately, and proceeded to cry and refuse to walk during their visit. Let's hope she feels that way when she's 17.

This morning we headed over to my friend Erika's Mom's house in the neighborhood, and Lyla rolled in like it was her job to be there. All smiley to the girls, feeling right at home. She ripped all of Olivia's Play Doh creatures off the table (that were perfectly displayed I might add), and mashed them all together, rolled them in a ball, pushed them into the deck, whatever she could to destroy them. Then, she stole each and every one of Livi's Nilla wafers right out of her hand while she was eating them. This is all while she had her own supply. She also demanded to have Livi's straw cup (exactly the same as Lyla's) because hers had a dash of lemonade in it. I'll add that she gobbled a container of craisins while we were there. She was really putting it on. Dancing, talking, telling stories.

Lyla is Walking!

It's been a while since I've blogged because it's been busy around here. Blogging is truly a luxury folks, so hang in there.

Since I've last written, Lyla has started really waling. We always knew she could do it, but honestly, she chose not to. Crawling was so hip and cool, why walk? Once you start, you can't stop, so why rush it?

She got pretty good with pushing the shopping cart and baby stroller (after the procedure of kissing and hugging baby prior to putting her in the stroller, then a feed with the baby bottle is also necessary), so we knew walking independent of those toys would come soon. Next thing you know, she was zipping all over the place. She eats it a lot, and I can't believe her boney butt isn't all bruised up. I enjoy her walking, and it makes going to the park a lot easier. She used to go in a downward dog position, and crawl ith her butt high in the air, so she didn't scrape her knees on the concrete. She also did this at the pool, while kissing frog statues along the way. So, at least her pants and tights won't be trashed, and she won't be as filthy as she was a few weeks ago. I have put a few videos of her recent walks. Unfortunately, I took both of these right before she went to sleep, so she's a bit cranky in them. Leave it to me to torment the kid and fish for her to do all her tricks while she's falling asleep. That's what Moms are for.