And it’s only Tuesday!
Sunday afternoon, Hazel figured out how to roll over! (Yes, I know this is much too late–9 months old–and yes, I know that she probably could have done it sooner but just didn’t really try very hard. What prompted the flip? In the middle of a TERRIBLE diaper change, she realized that she could get away. She flipped over, jumped to her hands and knees, and crawled away. I swear, it was the proudest, dirtiest bum ever.
Sunday night, Oliver got sick. Not “kinda doesn’t feel good” sick, but “wake you up 10 times in the middle of the night to throw up all over the bed and floor” sick. Poor little kid.
Monday night, Hazel learned how to pull herself up–or got really proficient at it, in any case. When we put her to bed, she rolled from her back to her tummy, pushed up to sitting, grabbed the side of the crib, pulled up, and we’d set her back down. Lather, rinse, repeat. Add some wails, and you have our evening.
Today, Hazel broke one of her front teeth through.