So, over the weekend, Irie figured out crawling. Excellent. On Monday night, while baking cookies, I glanced into the family room to check on her... and saw her standing up. She'd pulled herself up using a wagon full of blocks, and was just as happy as could be. I think I actually muttered, "Oh, shit," to myself. This kid is going to be unstoppable. Over the rest of the evening, I realized that she keeps trying to stand without assistance, too. She gets a little annoyed when it doesn't work. She's eight months old, for crying out loud; but just try telling her that. (I love how innocent and easy-going she looks in this picture. Don't believe it for a second. The kid has got an unbelievable mind of her own... her mama says proudly.)
In other news, these are a couple photos of the gingerbread house that Ellie decorated at our friends' house on Sunday. I loved watching her do this. She was so intent and deliberate on where she was placing the decorative candy and sprinkles.
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