Our girl spends a great deal of time these days grunting in frustration. Last Friday she went down for a nap without teeth and woke up with two. She has the strength to sit, but we can’t get her to do it consistently because if she sees something that interests her across the room she dive-bombs the floor in an attempt to fly. When she learns (again) that she can’t fly, she tries to crawl. When she can’t quite figure out how to get her legs and arms to move in concert with each other she shrieks and squeals and squirms in utter consternation. The faces she’s making are kind of insane. Also? Hilarious.
Tell us about it, Baby Girl:
I almost burst into tears laughing the first time I saw this. I’m laughing again as I type this. I mean, wow.
Wonder-tongue!
This is when I knew for sure that she is my daughter. In case that whole delivery room experience weren’t enough…
Something tells me that we’re really in for it when she starts to talk…
Oh, dear.
I look at this picture and somehow get a glimpse into an older version of Paige.
Growing teeth, doing laps on the living room floor, and learning to fly all at the same time can be exhausting.
WHY ISN’T THIS BLOCK IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW???
A little help…
Aaaaahhhhhh:
Lollipop envy:
Back at it:
Notice that she’s got her legs tucked up under her here. This terrifies me.
I’ll say this for the kid:Â she’s tenacious.
“It’s so hard, Mama!”
Throwing in the towel…
…for at least the next 30 seconds.