Here's Carrie Kennedy's son Kieran being so sweet to Lily on her visit over to see Kieran's new brother Kyle--he's sharing his toys, giving her a rattle to play with. He is a little dear. Lily is sitting in a Bumpo chair, which looks really fun, but the school/developmental people say not to get one, that she needs to learn to sit up on her own. It's hard, cuz I wanna help her sit up, but I guess it's better she develops her muscles so she won't fall over. I hope she can do it soon.
She's rolling over on her tummy and back really well, and holding her head up great. And she's starting to figure out how to propel herself forward, but hasn't quite gotten that down yet. Like she'll be on her tummy and lay her head down and then lift her little butt up in the air, but she hasn't figured out how to coordinate the other parts of her little body to make it work to go forward. It's hard, I wanna just help her, but I know she has to figure it out on her own. I dreamt this morning that she suddenly figured it out and was racing around the house on all fours, crawling like a champ.
She has solved one problem she has having: getting stuck in the corner of the playmat. She would roll over and bump into one of the corners where the overhanging bars attach to the mat, and get all frustrated cuz she couldn't go any further. But today I noticed that she's figured out how to lift her legs up and go around the corner post. And I feel so proud! I go "Hey, you're smart! Hey, little cutie, little smartie! You're doing great!" And she smiles. Which is so fun. You know how sometimes you're having a poo-poo day and then some stranger is friendly and smiles at you for no reason and you suddenly feel lifted up, like suddenly the world doesn't suck anymore? Well, multiply that feeling by about 100 when your baby smiles at you. :)
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