When you're used to your little babies basically being a blob doing nothing at all, every little step towards unblobness is something that makes you go, "Wow...they might not be as stupid as I thought." Sometimes you don't even see the warning signs that they're maturing until you see it happen. It could be the fact that you're still sleep deprived and slightly buzzed, but these things are often a surprise to us.Today, Andrew was playing with his teething ring (still no teeth by the way). Playing is probably too light a word...strangling is more accurate. When he takes hold of something, he has a vice-like grip on it like Grandma Ichikawa's hands taking a vice-like grip around my neck after an unflattering blog entry. Andrew shook the ring so fast that it dropped down near his feet. He tried to grab the ring with his hands, but he couldn't reach it with his stubby fingers. But what he did was he used his leg to kick the ring higher up to his hands. Ingenious! We either have a future soccer player or a future understudy for the National Tour of A Chorus Line. God...I hope he gets it. I hope he gets it. How many people does he need?
And Emma has suddenly been able to sit up by herself. Not to the point where we can walk away from her, go see a movie, return, and she would still be sitting up. It's more of a she-can-sit-up-for-almost-a-minute kind of thing. It's funny to see her sit up because we're so used to Emma falling on her face that every little move she makes we put our hands out fearing she's going to fall. But she doesn't topple! She still uses her arms and hands for support, but I have a feeling within a month she'll be sitting up on her own eating a theme park sized turkey leg.
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