Always on the move.

She has started pulling herself up. She wants to walk so much, but I'm hoping that she hold off for awhile. Really I wish she would go back to being happy just sitting.

Totally worn out

She can get herself up into a sitting position now and she was playing when she was supposed to be down for the night. I'm pretty sure that she just passed out cold from exhaustion.

Everyday photos

I just started giving her a snack during the day. I have to get her naked because she slobbers all over everything so it's the best solution.


She's a bit of a fido.


That's right. Farr is reading to her from Communication Arts. It's a advertising book. He's good with night time stories.

Crawling note

Amorie's new found freedom has brought her immense happiness. As she peers over the living room landscape, her face lights up when she spots something she wants. And a grin appears as she tracks her prey and snags it.

Yep, the whining has diminished since she began to crawl. She doesn't have to ask for things anymore. She can go get it herself. Except real food. There's the occasional piece of paper on the floor though to munch on. Interestingly, she doesn't go after her toys. She seeks out everything else.

The object she most desires is forbidden fruit, the TV remote. We enjoy placing it well out of her reach and letting her crawl all the way to it, then we move it back where she just came from. We let her go back and forth for a while. She plays right along. These are the games you devise when you have no life beyond hers. Good times.

Her first crawl!

I filmed her all day trying to get the first crawl and I got it! Once she did it, she gave up and pretty much said: "Ok, that's enough."

The rage.

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So, we despised the Vox blog we had running. It just wasn't working out. This should work better. Posts will be forthcoming.