Geez, it’s been a long time since we posted. Sorry about that. Linnaea’s crawling like a little pro now. She wasn’t satisfied merely to crawl for very long, and is now pulling herself up on things every chance she gets. Unfortunately, this has involved several face-plants, but kids are made of God-rubber (thanks to Glenn Beck for the term), and she never seems to take much damage.

Bedtime is normally a Pater-daughter routine, but Pater fences on Mondays and doesn’t get home until after the peanut is long gone. So last night, I got her into her sleep sack (like footie pajamas, but with a sack instead of legs) and put her down in her crib. She immediately rolled over and, with the strength of ten men, pulled herself up to a standing position at the crib rail and started bouncing around. It was cute, but with her legs in a bag, she was getting pretty tangled up pretty quickly, and was heading straight for another face-plant. After consulting with Pater on the phone, I took her out of the sleep sack and just dressed her in warm clothes instead. I kissed her goodnight, laid her back in the crib, and went downstairs with the monitor. Linnaea normally cries for about a minute before zonking out, so it took a little while before I perceived that she was crying harder and more persistently than normal. I thought that perhaps she’d pulled herself up but was too tired to keep standing and had crashed into the sides of her crib, so I went up to check on her. I opened the door to see one tiny, exhausted, and frightened child standing up in her crib, hanging onto the side rail for dear life.

She can stand up, yes, but she doesn’t know how to sit down. I got to play Mommy-to-the-rescue, she fell asleep without trying to stand up again, and today we’ve been working on how to get down once we’ve gotten up.