Madeline has been working very hard the past few weeks, not content enough to know how to crawl like a champ and sit ramrod straight. No, not her. For the past two weeks, she’s been pulling herself up to stand, and then since last Friday, she’s been tentatively going hands-free for a moment or two. Yesterday, when I took her to the office, she took one step on her own. Today, two. Every time I see her standing up, I tell her to sit down. She’s so not listening. Ignoring her mother now must be training for the years to come. And now when I go to set her on the floor, she makes her legs super-stiff and won’t bend them to sit. “I’m going to stand, darnit!”
I am so not ready for her to be walking already … only problem is, I don’t think she cares.
*Disclaimer: I promise I did not torture her here. She was mad because I took away something unstable that she was using to hold herself up. Bad mother. Bad mother.