Our first weekend in our new house surrounded by all of our "things," many of which are still in boxes was wonderful. We did absolutely nothing. Chris and I cooked together, watched a movie/tv in our bed while the kids slept, I enjoyed a nap with our girls each afternoon, Chris played a math game with Claire while Mya and I decorated their room, the kids played in the freshly fallen snow and invaded the privacy "that man," who I later met while checking on my children from a 2nd story window was in fact our neighbor Tom. It was wonderful. We weren't in a rush to go anywhere. No schedules to keep. We stayed in our jammies until after 10:30 each day and finally, in our own time, unpacked some boxes, hung some pictures, and ran our errands. It was simply perfect. I love happy, relaxing, family time. It definitely warms my heart. These are the moments I cherish most--the ones that allow you to savor each minute, step outside yourself and see how perfect life is at that very moment, and see your family for the amazing people they truly are. I am so very blessed.
Claire is nine months old. She is such an active kid, always on the go. She no longer lays nicely when we change her diaper. It is quite the challenge. She is getting rather quick at crawling, so we have to move just as quickly to keep her out of where she doesn't belong--the fridge, cupboards, etc. Developmentally, she is right on track or maybe a bit advanced in our biased eyes. She crawls, pulls herself up, is beginning to move from one piece of furniture to another, mostly eats table food, and imitates us (both in the noises we make or actions--knocking on a door). When we hold her hands, she is beginning to take steps without much guidance. On Saturday, she made her first attempt to climb a step. Sadly, it ended with her sliding down. She has three teeth--two on the bottom, one on top with another coming in on top. Ten things we love about her: 1. her smile 2. her curiosity 3. the way she holds our hands or her own hands when she sleeps 4. her easy-goingness 5....
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