25 February 2005

She's a Scaling Walls


In the long series of days we call life, sometimes those little events can slip on by as funny anecdotes. One such thing that could go by if not jotted down somewhere is the great escape that my youngest daughter made last night. I've seen her belly crawl under the armoir. I've heard of her scaling the third highest peak in our house (the piano). Just last night, while laying in her crib, she decided she had had enough of the high walls of her bed.

Around nine o'clock last night, the perpetrator of the escape, one sixteen month old female known as 'The Cricket' , scaled the high walls of her baby bed. The wall being approximately shoulder high, she managed to shimmy up the side, balance herself on a ledge (a toy radio on the side of her bed), and the slide down the outer side until she had to let go, making a final fall of less than a foot.

A thud with a small whimper was heard leading the proper authorities (my lovely wife) to investigate. The elusive escapee was found with arms raised, surrendering upon discovery. Rumor has it she was heard saying "Hold me!"

In other News...


After thumbing through my notebook, I have found an old story that I had written down some time ago. My oldest daughter, while riding in the car, was looking up into the sky trying to find the moon.

She says to mommy, "Moon's hiding?"

Mommy responds, "The moon is hiding."

Then there is a pause. The pause of a little girl thinking.

And then she starts yelling: "Come out, moon! Come out, moon!"

20 February 2005

She's A Climbin'

I received an email today from my wife about an expedition that my youngest daughter went on this weekend. My wife had gone into our study with our older daughter, but, when realizing that Little A wasn't crawling along behind them, went in search of her. She was found, in all her glory as a fifteen month old baby, sitting atop our piano. Since she's getting more comfortable with standing and walking around tables while holding on, I guess she'd figure that learning how to climb would be more entertaining than learning to walk on her own. She'll get that soon too, I'm convinced, because of her method of getting up.

She went from the ground, to the piano bench, to the keys, and then to the very top of the piano. Up, up and away, my little angel climbs. Now, much like a cat, I have a feeling that once she got up there, coming down would have been disastrous. Like most things with little kids, things can be funny and cute when nobody ends up hurt. As a relatively new parent, who's yet to see one of his kids grow up so that the end results of parenthood can be determined, I still try to figure what all of these little accomplishments mean. For now, I'll just assume she'll scale the mountains of Mars one day.