Two Wonderful Girls. One Day At A Time…

Archive for July, 2006

Places to go, people to see, things to do

Iris has become quite the mobile monkey of late.  Two weeks ago, we spent a weekend in Whidbey Island hanging out with Cherise’s parents.  Whew, just in time, as Iris is in a walking mood.  Unfortunately, Iris hasn’t gotten around to walking unasssisted, so she usually calls on an adult for some help ("calls" is a polite word for "loudly demands").  She needs constant motion.  We took turns parading Iris around the island, through walkways, sidewalks, cottages, and any place that needed snooping.  It’s absolutely amazing to watch this little girl run (not walk, but run!) around and explore new worlds.  Apparently, when I was Iris’ age, I chose not to walk for 18 months.  In retrospect, I support my infantile intuition.  After all, what’s the rush?  Heck, if I could get chauffered around today, I’d look into it.  But not Iris. She is a baby on the go and she’s got a busy schedule.  Of course, the ensuing chiropractic fees that her parents and grandparents will be high, but it seemed to be worth the effort to see the smile on her face. 
 
Unfortunately, it’s hard to find Iris’ "Off" button as she can be pretty relentless, even at night.  There are some nights when we will put her in her crib and assume she is asleep, only to hear the cries 20 minutes later.  When we go upstairs, we see that she has gotten up and started to crawl in her crib.  Problem is, she’s in a corner (she can only go backwards–I call it the mooncrawl, like Michael Jackson’s moonwalk) and her elbows are usually kinda locked and she can’t figure out how to get back down.  While mom finds this so sad, Dad thinks this is hysterical.  After all, it’s the opposite of those "I’ve fallen and I can’t get up" commercials. She’s gotten up and she can’t fall.  Yes, I know I should be more sympathetic, but c’mon–you can’t make this stuff up!  Fortunately, a dose of balcony freeway sounds followed by singing still helps. She’s been partial to the Red Hot Chili Peppers of late and dad has been scrambling to learn the words a little better.  Granted, she probably can’t tell the difference, but she is my daughter and I don’t want her grown-up tell-all biography to reveal that she had a rotten childhood because her father thought the song "Especially in Michigan" was "The Skipper and Gilligan"…
 
PS-Tell me that picture of me and her in our Oriole caps isn’t great!  I’ve been waiting many years for that picture–a fellow sufferer is born! 🙂

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