Perpetual Development

Though I was tempted to title this post "Arrested Development" in honor of the critically acclaimed, publicly panned series from a few years back (may it rest in peace... I'm still mourning it,) the developmental shifts in this household lately have been anything but stationary. Everything is moving, everything is shifting, everything is fluid; without a time capsule (here, in the form of a weblog,) it would all wish wash together in my already wishy-washy memory.

Judah, whose crawling escapades began just over a month ago, is wasting no time. Sunday, Derek found that he had pulled himself to a standing position behind the couch, and the dimpled, squinchy grin on his face hid none of his pride. I am proud (as, undoubtedly, my son's learning to stand makes him the SMARTEST CHILD ALIVE) and quite terrified. I just sort of got a handle on child-proofing at a crawler's level, and now we're moving up...

Daylight Savings Time starts this weekend. Did you know that? I didn't know that. It feels a little weird to be starting it so early, but I WILL TAKE IT. If we can't have warmth, I'll take the light.

Eden's alphabet still includes the sequences of H-I-J-K-M-O-P and Q-U-X,T-U-V, but she's beginning to find the melody, which makes singing along much easier. Incidentally, she busts out the alphabet song whenever her brother is upset or crying. Although this doubles the Loud Child Sound Level in my ears, it is so dang adorable to see her efforts to comfort her brother.

Speaking of the brother and sister, I find myself OFTEN hearing Judah squall from the other room, and the first words out of my mouth are generally, "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" "JUST STOP TOUCHING HIM!" Or, in more cases than I like to admit, "GET YOUR FOOT OFF HIS FACE!" Eden really does love her brother, so I must remind myself that it's a good problem that this is irritation borne of over-zealous affection.

I know there's more... maybe I'll have to "Part II" this one. But I do have to get off the computer before it gobbles up every last second of nap time. I have ignored the cold dishwater and soaking stovetop drip pans long enough.