Earlier this week, I went in to fetch Anne out of her crib when I heard her wake up in the morning. Do you want to know what she was doing?
Staring at me. From a sitting up position.
*cries* This increasing mobility means that our life is about to get a lot more difficult very quickly. Just in time for the holidays. Where pointy hooks and glass ornaments abound. Not to mention little wise men and multiple baby Jesuses.
This is going to be fun.