On the Run

Walking is totally easy now, so I'm experimenting with what else I can do. Running? Check. Spinning in circles? Check. Climbing on furniture? Check. Pushing my toys around? Check and double check -- including sliding furniture on the tile and rolling my empty stroller across the living room. I certainly keep Dad busy, and Mom too when she gets home and Dad collapses from a full day of chasing me.

It doesn't help that my gym closed. Can you believe it? Mom said the owners couldn't concentrate on running the place and their family at the same time, but they couldn't find a buyer to keep it going either. So on Saturday I had my last class with Miss Staci at the Little Gym. There's another place close to our house, but since Dad can't come to class until his drum corps is over we're going to wait until September to start a new membership. Unless Miss Staci starts working there before that -- she said she'd call if she did, and I could see Mom signing me up a little earlier than we've planned so I could start new classes with her.

After class we went to the beach. That made two weekends in a row for me, actually. Mom and I went with Mallory and her parents after class two weeks ago, and we had tons of fun. This time, it was just our family, but I still loved running in the sand (and eating a little), smashing Dad's sand castle, eating jelly sandwiches, and splashing in the waves. I did have a little accident, though. Not long after we got there, I was leaning on the umbrella, and it came out of the sand and bopped me in the eyelid. Man, it hurt, and it even bled a little. I had a scab and a pretty good bruise for the better part of four days, but it fell off this morning.

The other big thing from these last two weeks is that I'm not sleeping in my crib anymore. Nope -- now I have a toddler bed. OK, so technically my crib is what's called "convertible," so all Dad had to do was take off the front rail and put a little brace/roll guard on. It's not like I got a whole new piece of furniture. (The rail goes back on and turns into a footboard when I'm ready for a full-size big-kid bed.) We decided to give it a shot, and turns out I really like sleeping in it. I've slept through the night in it for two nights now -- Tuesday I woke up at 6:30, but last night I slept nine hours straight. I didn't realize how nice it was not having to fight Dad for bed space. The only problem is I still don't know how to get down by myself. I have to yell for the 'rents.

That's all for this time, I guess. Next time I post will be after Dad's birthday. I can't believe he's so old.