After giving up the army crawl about a month ago (and forcing mom to now sprint after two kids), Reni has now mastered standing up. I was a bit worried about him, being that he was nearly 11 months old and hadn't pulled up to full standing position. He used his left leg as a kickstand and would puuuuuuulllll up slowly and deliberately, but basic physics dictates that you can't really stand up straight while making a triangle with your legs. He just wouldn't put those feet together on the ground and go for it. Well, now he has, and darn if he doesn't want to just stand up EVERYWHERE. You'll suddenly realize he isn't sitting where he was, and then you'll hear him giggling and chortling to himself and you'll look in the living room and there he is, standing at the coffee table and practicing letting go with one hand and then the other. He stands crookedly at the fireplace, trying to figure out how the hell he's going to climb up there to the doors and cause trouble. He stands in the shopping cart and howls and screams when put in the stroller, because he sure can't stand up THERE. He has a bouncing zebra that he has figured out how to bounce, and so far hasn't fallen back and cracked his head open. Jury's out on that one, and odds are not in his favor, as big sister likes to interrupt his fun as a general rule.
Speaking of big sister, Anika's vocabulary continues to expand along with her energy levels. We've got to figure out a way to bottle and sell that stuff, because it could give coke a run for its money. Grandpa Jim would like to put a pedometer on her, because in her quest to run and jump EVERYWHERE we guestimate that she logs a good 5 or so miles a day. A few days ago, she turned to Grandma and me and said, "No, guys, that's not correct!" Don't recall what she was correcting, but seeing her bossiness and her sentence structure grow is absolutely pride inducing.
Speaking of Grandpa and Grandma, we've just enjoyed a marvelous visit with the Schultz grandparents. Pool time, a hot air balloon ride (for them to enjoy without their stressed-out daughter, workaholic son-in-law or crazy grandkids), a day trip to the Pecos National Historic site just past Santa Fe, wine tasting, a visit to an organic farm along the Rio Grande, and lots of ring-around-the-rosy, peek-a-boo, snuggling and giggling. Even grown-up mom got to snuggle with her own mom and dad a bit. It was beyond nice to have them around, and makes me think that we should all just live a bit closer.
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