I may have mentioned yesterday that Rev is crawling. Maybe that's an understatement. It all started about a month ago, when I noticed that she was on her hands and knees rocking her butt forward and back. That movement quickly sped up, and I heard many, "Uh oh, you're in trouble," comments. On her six-month birthday, November 13th, she did it for real. Just two or three hand-foot hand-foot combinations, mind you, but it was definitely some coordination that we hadn't seen before.
And now?
Oy.
Just in the last week, this kid has taken off. Our hang out place used to be on a play mat in the living room carpet in front of the TV, but I think she's over it. She doesn't want to be anywhere near the tile floor, and God forbid mommy wants to do anything but pay attention! We've decided to hole up in her bedroom, where toys abound, but the most interesting things by far are a film-wrapped package of wipes (CostCo/Sam's Club) and a small empty cardboard box.
Tonight I saw a new trick. When I picked her up from grandma's, she had learned the art of the pull-up. Not only did she get excited when she saw me (so gratifying) but she crawled her way over, and proceeded to make herself comfortable in my lap. Wow. She'd never gone beyond the horizontal plane before, and now she's all over the place.
Rev has always been a fantastic sleeper, since age 3 mos, at least, but in the last week she hates bedtime. I think it's because there's so much more to discover, and she doesn't want to stop. I'm hoping the difficulty stems from her change of scenery over the holiday and she'll go back to normal, but I'm afraid it's permanent. No one can be lucky forever, right?

It's been a while, eh?
Rev is crawling. Oh my lord, that went quickly! She scoots around the whole house, and is much more aware of where we are. She sure wants to make sure we're all paying attention to her. There's a whiny cry she makes when we aren't obviously looking her way. She's also eating tons and tons of food. It's quite funny, really. If we're eating and she's not, she makes this funny little "uh, uh," sound and follows the food with her eyes. The girl will eat everything under the sun, even pickles and asparagus. It's refreshing - my little brothers were the pickiest kids ever. The now-15-year-old still won't eat pizza with sauce.
Nos and I are struggling a bit, still with the same old issues. He doesn't think I clean enough, and I get mad when he doesn't come home on time. It's degenerated to the point where we're both keeping score in our minds, and each of us feels like the wronged one. I think it's time for a counsellor. It's either that, or we'll be wrapping up this whole tired experiment soon.
And you know, that's not so bad, really. Maybe we were brought together just to create Rev?
On that note, here she is!

Six months old!