Well, it has finally happened.
(Actually, it happened a while ago, I'm just getting to write about it now.)
Avery figured out how to stand up in her crib . . . but hasn't mastered getting back down.
This means that during nap times and the middle of the night I will hear a blood curdling scream (or several) until I go in to help her find her way down.
Our little floor sweeper (as her clothing can attest to) is really making tracks these days. Her prefered mode of transport is walking, but as she is still unsteady she needs a helper . . . usually Mom. And naturally, she never wants to walk to the laundry room, or alongside mom as she vacuums, or does ANY cleaning. Nope, it's always to the basement or up and down the staircase, where ever the boys are usually.
When I do manage to get her to move on her own she bee-lines for the dog's food, water dish, or any of our three staircases. (It's almost easier to just walk around with her.)
The cutest thing about Avery and transportation though is the little motor sound she makes with her lips . . . kind of like a car or boat motor. It seems that it helps "propel" her around since she doesn't try to move until the motor is "running."
I guess that is what happens when you have a girl with two older, car-infatuated brothers.
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