Hey, how about a Brenna update? It's been a while, and we've been busy with our little girl, now 10+ months.
You'll notice in the first picture below that we're skipping the whole crawling thing (it's SO overrated) and moving onto pulling ourselves up on any and everything, and then looking around trying to figure out what to do next. If she pulls herself up on our couch, she can kind of pull herself along, but much like a wino finishing off a fifth of something tasty, Brenna has a hard time putting one foot in front of the next and we have to stand by to catch her when gravity gets the better of her.
Here she's holding onto one of her favorite toys, with quite the death grip.
Here's a side view of her intently studying her little fish tank.
Here we are in the process of pulling up on the side of the crib. She thinks it's a hoot to sit and pull herself up, rattling the rails like a caged monkey. BTW, I dig the Chris Farley hairdo after bath time, I always think about the "van down by the river" routine and want to put her in some ugly checkered pants and a cheap suit.
We're either saluting the cameraman here or pinching his head off, I'm not quite sure which. I'd like to think it's the later.
Moving outside, Emily takes a close up picture of Brenna contemplating the header she took into mama's teeth the other night, leaving that nice bruise on her forehead. Emily's marking off the days until her first root canal (or perhaps, two if she's lucky!).
We're now hiding the head injury and enjoying a swing on a pleasant August morning (not quite 90 degrees yet!).
My favorite of the swinging collection, Emily captures Brenna's footies, up close and personal.
Videos to come, I promise! We're quite the chatter box these days, saying dog, uh-oh, mama, dada, and other assorted niceties.