Hold on to your toddler

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So Carly had a moment today that I have been dreading.....
She is all of 10.5 months old and she is crawling everywhere and babbling up a storm. I have not been encouraging her very much to progress from that point - mainly because just crawling around she is in to EVERYTHING. It just illustrates the difference in children - Josh was so EASY. Easy to please, easy to watch, not an investigator that had to open every cupboard, easy to entertain....Just easy. Carly is the opposite. She must be pulling, touching, grabbing, talked to, held, touched, played with, etc etc.
So the dreadful moment arrived this evening when she was taking a bath. Without even flinching, she stood right up all on her own - not even using the sides of the tub to pull up on. OH NO! That means one thing: walking is not far behind. I am not ready for a walker, I can barely keep tabs on the crawler. I want to slow down time, reverse it back to when she was immobile and docile, willing to just sit and be held for hours on end. No longer, those rosy days are over. Miss Squiggle must move move move at all times.
If you can't find me, try the closet where I might be hiding until she's 10.

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Jenn said…
You are too much! Get out of the closet and enjoy. These are the days when she will start to do silly things you can remind her of later! Like the first time she grabs Josh's shorts to pull up on and pants' him! Think of the possibilities here :) Love ya!
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