When You're Ready..

We haven't been overly anxious for you to start moving, simply for the fact that it would make our lives more difficult (selfish, maybe - but honest.) until lately... You're starting to get more annoyed with the fact that you can see something and can't get to it quickly enough.  You're great at rolling around and army scooting yourself to something, but it's not an exact science for you and not very efficient - we like efficiency in this house!  If you realize that something is across the room, you'll first look to us and put your arms up so we'll pick you up, then try to nose dive towards whatever it is that you want while we're holding you.  Or you sit where you are and cry/whine - which is a really unpleasant sound.  You're still cute as can be, but that sound is far from cute!  You're not grasping the concept of using your legs to get you somewhere, you LOVE to use your legs to clap your feet together, kick and make noise with toys, just not to mobilize.  Just like I recall saying with solids when you were refusing that transition, I'm sure a few months from now this frustration will be a dim memory and I'll be cursing the day I ever wish you would move as I'm chasing you around the house trying to prevent you from injuring yourself (yes I just got back from a night with Lucas who was climbing the little tykes table without using any chairs and carrying his lawnmower on top of the table with him.). 

So after venting some frustration earlier today, I took a deep breath, reminded myself that you'll do things when you're darn ready (not when a book says you should or when the neighbor's baby did or when your mom/dad, cousin, aunt/uncle, whoever did) & picked you up when you put your arms up to me and kissed you on the cheek - I know that won't last forever and I'd be lying if I said it didn't melt my heart everytime you did it.  Man those cheeks are kissable!!