…Which is what we are now singing as we shake ourselves silly on the gate. Our little ankle biter likes to stand at the kitchen gate and rock herself as hard as she can to make as much noise as possible in the hopes that someone will come and rescue her from the other side.

She also sings this when she is so very sleepy, but just doesn’t want to go to bed yet. Baby Rimes will lay on the floor singing to her daddy as long as possible before he finally catches on and attempts for the 5th time to get her to lie quietly to fall asleep.


Movin’ on up

It’s official.  The army crawl is so last week.  Baby Rimes has finally figured out how to coordinate all of her limbs to crawl in a normal baby fashion.  She sometimes gets confused and gets her feet involved, but that is happening fewer and fewer times.

She has also discovered how to pull herself up on just about everything.  She hasn’t mastered getting on her feet, but she is on her knees and getting ready for more.  Last night, while on the phone with Grampa H., Baby Rimes was playing her own game of peek-a-boo with Mommy.  She pulled herself up on the couch, then proceeded to duck her head and pop up with a big scream!  What entertainment!

Crawlin’ Crawlin’ Crawlin’

Keep those babies crawlin…

She has been a crawling monster. We finally got the baby gate up between the kitchen and the rest of Baby Rimes’ world. Now she stares at us from the other side of the gate while we make dinner with sad pathetic eyes. Needless to say, she has forced us to baby proof the living room and her room much sooner than we thought we would.

But she is the cutest thing on four legs, so we forgive her.


There is nothing cuter than an itty bitty little person getting up on all 4′s and just rocking back and forth. Baby Rimes has gotten very good at this little trick and has taken to flinging herself forward on about the 12th rock. She hasn’t quite managed to get her hands out of her way, so she inevitably falls on her nose.
I know she’ll get it eventually.


We have begun the arduous task of feeding our child “real” food. She has already been doing a great job with her Rice Cereal. In fact, she likes it so much, she puts it in her hair, behind her ears, on her high chair, and between her toes.

The latest addition to her menu has been the sweet potato. We mashed it all up, blended it, mixed it with milk, and spooned it up. The first time we tried it, it went right in. However, she was howling for food, and anything in the mouth was better than nothing. After 5 bites, she caught on and refused to eat until she had a bottle of warm milk.
Another attempt last night brought slightly better results after Mommy and Daddy found a trick. Mixing sweet potato and cereal is much yummier than sweet potato alone. MMMMmmmmMMMM.


So, I put the little tyke on the floor of her room to get some of my own work done. I leave Baby in the middle of the floor contentedly playing with her plastic rings and spinning in circles (which she has gotten very good at). When I come back a few short minutes later, what do I find? I find that half her books are on the floor and there is one very happy 5 month old reading “Peekaboo Bunny.” With those big blue eyes she looks up at me and telapathically tells me, “I just wanted to read, Mommy.”

And then, last night, Daddy rushes into the kitchen, “You’ve got to see this!”
I follow him back to her room, and there she is, Army crawling across her room. If she had some fatigues and some mud, she would be a Private First Class already.