In the jungle, the mighty jungle
Neither monkey would acknowledge the other. The question of which is the lesser primate remains open.
2. SLB dressed Livy in my new favorite outfit Saturday morning.
Look at that poor, congested face. You can SEE the cold, it's been so strong.
Octopus friend T-shirt and red-and-white train engineer pants. Both are size 12 months, and careful readers will remember that I bought her the T-shirt last Wednesday. Apparently Olivia hit a huge growth spurt last week, because this is the last week she'll be wearing either of those garments. That baby is HUGE. So, to all of those kind people who bought us sweet little sundresses and rompers in a size 12 months thinking that it'd be August when she wore them, I'm sorry. They'll go to good homes. And to any and all grandparents looking to buy this baby clothing (*cough*Mrs.Snyder*cough*) from any exotic locations (*cough*LasVegas*cough*), don't get anything smaller than 18 - 24 months.
The power of this awesome ensemble directly contributed to the next miracle.
3. Livy sits up on her own!
Yeah, Michael J. Fox showed her how. We tight.
Olivia's been strong enough and has had enough balance to sit up on her own for a while now, but she never would because it was just too much fun to throw herself backwards and either be caught by Mom or Dad if she was on the floor, or bounce off the bed if she was on our bed. Well, apparently Dad didn't catch her on Saturday morning, and she learned immediately from cause and effect. Smart baby! Good sitting!
Do you see the adolescent irritation in her eyes? Come puberty, WE ARE SCREWED.
That toy, which we call her salad spinner, was great motivation to sit up, too. She was not happy that I kept trying to pull her attention away from it long enough to take a picture, so I had to stop. I know my place in her heart, and it is firmly below Daddy, octopus puppet, and salad spinner. Fair enough.
4. We began baby swimming lessons today, and Olivia LOVED it. She giggled and splashed the whole time, even when I dunked her. She's a good kicker and paddler already, and, as a poor swimmer myself, I'm so proud of my baby girl! I'm going to have to sign up for adult lessons so that I can keep up with her level of expertise. She deserves to have a proficient swimming partner. Pictures next week, I promise! We'll have a spectator take a few shots while we're splashing around.
Until then, let this tide you over: