You know what's not fun? Being sick. You know what's less fun than that? Being sick while you're at work. Last night I had to come home from work early because I was feeling under the weather. Luckily for me I live with a nurse who did more than her part to make me feel comfortable. Unfortunately, I also live with an 8-month old who is quite the stickler. As soon as I got home, Kylie hosed me down, locked me in the back room, put up a quarantined sign, and said, "Dad! Do not get me sick!". No argument from me on that one miss Kylie May.
While the sick dad was locked away in the tower, our little Mayday had herself a social agenda to keep. She got to go to Thursday morning story time at the library (they sing songs and read stories). I have never gotten to go with her, but from what I hear she absolutely loves it. We are trying to generate some early interest in reading, and it seems like she is starting to enjoy books a little more these day. Reading books that is (she has always liked eating books).
The afternoon involved Kylie playing at Mimi and Papa's, early evening dancing at Fox, and some play time. She is REALLY getting interested in walking these days. We keep telling her that she can't walk until she crawls, but typical 8-month old...in one ear...out the other. Her newish thing is to army crawl over to Nat or I (and anyone who might help her walk), grab on to our fingers (tight enough to cut off all circulation) and then lightly encourage us to stand her up and help her walk all over the house. You'd think she was a 10 year-old girl who just got a pony by the way she smiles and glows. I'm pretty sure she could do that the entire day, but, eventually, we track down the jaws of life, pry her fingers off ours, sit her down, and encourage some good ole fashion crawling. (Whoops! just read Nat's post from yesterday. I guess we are double dipping on the same stories. :-)
Don't worry Kylie May. Your days of running are rapidly approaching, and we'll be there with you when the time comes.
More to come soon,
Craig
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