I am so far behind on blogging. It's so easy to put pictures in and caption them. In that sense, catch up is easy. But real feelings behind the pictures are hard to re-visit. This little series at least encompasses my daughter a little. I think it was the day after Thanksgiving, Brent and I were doing P90X in our bedroom. We were doing ab work on the floor when all of the sudden, we stood up and there was a little character in our room. Startled us to say the least. REW had jumped ship. Outta da crib. This became one of what would be many many nights and many-a-naps. Often, I will come into the kitchen, turn on the light only to find her just standing. OR walk into the living room in the middle of the night and she is asleep face down on the floor. OR find her like this at the top of the stairs...
Angel Baby. Since about 6 weeks ago, we have moved her into her big girl bed. She still gets out from time to time, but tried her best to stay put. Four weeks ago, she potty trained like a champ. She is just so funny. I never ever would have guessed my children would be so different. Mug only JUST started getting out of his bed on his own because REW would go wake him up! For four years he has always always called on us to come get him. So, our mornings look different. I love it though. I am *currently* in a good groove with the kiddos. Seems like the baby phase is well on it's way to being over.