Up. And at 'em

For a lark, while Ainsley was in the kitchen, and Erin was being a fussbucket in my arms, I put her down on her blanket in front of half a toy, a hand on her back.

Well, let's just see what happens when we move the hand.

Huh.

She wobbled, that weeble, but she didn't fall down.

Several minutes she hovered there, kicking her feet on the toy more than using her hands (we think she's part mermaid). But she seemed to enjoy the new perspective and the idea of balance and self control and dearth of boring ceilingscapes.

Which means I'm due to accidentally let her fall on her face again.

Ainsley had also noticed, over the last few weeks, an intense glare from Erin whenever we ate, as she watched each morsel disappear from our hand/fork into our mouth/lap (Ryan only). She had a very Oliver!-esque "More?" look about her, so based on her new found standing, we busted out the ol' high chair.

LET'S GO ALREADY WITH THE FOOD.

The sweet potato in the oven wasn't ready yet, so Erin's first food had to be different than Ryan's -- several scraped spoonfuls of very ripe banana.

She approved.

Five months, three weeks, one day old.

Goulash is next.