Our little munchkin is crawling up a storm. Its fun crawling around after her and hiding behind the couches or walls to 'scare' her when she come by. The squeal and laughter is ridiculously loud and only causes me to keep doing it. All day, every day, we crawl, we crawl from the kitchen to the front door and yes, out of the front door and to the gate. She crawls after the dogs, after the ball and after the remote or the phone. And we crawl... we're crawling after her... even under the table.
The other day, I went to bed with really sore knees and could not remember banging them on anything or well, there were no squats so what gives. Only until the next morning when I was, say it with me, crawling, I realized what it was from. Man, if my knees killed that bad, what would Sophie's feel like. She does have quite a bit of fat there but still it must not feel good.
So the search for knee pads/baby leg warmers began. The search in JB ended as quickly as it started and we then found ourselves in Singapore. Found and bought some knee pads (not the cutest) but it'll do. We came home and at first she wasn't sure what to do but then took off. I got this picture of her while she was standing. She looks like she's ready for the roller derby. Watch out, Drew! (the shoes have already been bought waiting for that day she takes her first steps alone.)
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