Johnson Baby Update: Kylie May's "Wander"ful Day 347

"You can't stop me. You can only hope to contain me" that must have been what was running through Kylie's little mind as we sat at Barnes and Noble story time this morning. It wasn't actually during story time (she loved sitting and listening to the lady read), but afterwards she was off on another of her big adventures. Pause. rewind. During story time, Kylie watches so intently as the lady reads the story and shows the pages. Today, because she just couldn't contain the excitement. She stood up on the bench in front of her, leaned forward, and watched every moment of the story. Apparently though, the teacher missed some important details because our little anti-wall flower took every opportunity (even the ones that weren't really there) to scream out some random syllables...and yes. She was the only child doing this. With nearly every turn of the page came another squeak and squeal from our little book worm. It was pretty funny.

Ok. fast forward the DVR now. Back to the wandering. They (the all knowing people that write all the "_________ for dummies" books) say that about the time your child becomes mobile they also develop a healthy since of apprehension when venturing too far from mom or dad. So, being the inquisitive minds that we are, Nat and I decided to test that theory today with our little Jacques Cousteau. She started crawling across Barnes and Noble, while Nat and I held our ground and watched. At some point we figured Kylie would just turn around, see how far away she was, hang a 180 and come back. Did she do that? No way! Did she even turn around? Yeah. Once. Just to wave and keep crawling away. It wasn't until she was all the way across the store, playing with the stuffed animals on a shelf that we decided she really wasn't coming back. When we finally decided to go join her, she was happy to let us join in, but didn't seem to need the company. Apparently we got the strong independent woman we hoped for. It just came about 17 years sooner than we expected.

The wandering and playing eventually wore her down, so we headed home, took a nap, strollered the babies all over the house, watched the rain fall outside, read plenty of stories (Moo Baa La La La, That's Not my Puppy, Brown Bear Brown Bear, Polar Bear Polar Bear, Baby Einstein-Learn to Count, Dancing Feet, and more....), watched a little basketball, ate, and had a tealess tea party.

Dinner? Grandpa and Grandma invited us over. It was great, but that wasn't Kylie's favorite part of the night. Crawling through the couch and blanket fort was hands down the evening's main event. She was so proud of herself as she wandered her way through the maze and came out unscathed on the other end. She sat up, gave herself a round of applause, and headed back in to go the other direction. Had we not gotten tired, that may have continued until the second coming.

More to come soon,

Craig