Matilda, Matilda. I've known from the moment I found out I was pregnant that this baby was a force to be reckoned with. I just pray she uses her powers for good.
She has been rolling, scooting, and crawling for quite a while. Several weeks ago she started pulling herself up to her knees. Yesterday we were in the kitchen (we are always in the kitchen) when she started struggling with a case of pop. I did the dishes and listened to her struggle and scream at the pop for several minutes. Then I heard a happy scream.
I turned around and saw her there, standing solidly on her two little feet, with just one hand holding on to the pop for balance. She was as happy as I was horrified. We stood like that for quite a while, Matilda beaming and me sick to my stomach. She eventually managed to sit herself down and crawled away.
If I could add a sound to this post, it would be the ringing of the bell marking the start of a prize fight.
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Maybe it's more like a race gun shot: "And she's off . . .!" She's not going to walk, she's going to run!
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