Sunday, May 7, 2017

Sitting, strawberries, singing

Marty's gotten much more mobile this week. He can pretty reliably sit up on his own, as long as it interests him to do so. He can move around freely by crawling, so he prefers to do that, although, sometimes he's content to crawl around our living room sobbing uncontrollably for no reason at all.

He's a champ. He's also improving when it comes to sleeping at night, although now that I've said that out loud, he'll wake up five times tonight, puke down my shirt, and give me a black eye.

This is a full week ago now, but Edie and I went strawberry picking last Saturday. She picked out these clothes herself.

I recognize that she looks thoroughly unimpressed in this picture, but she was beyond thrilled to pick all of these strawberries. Every time she saw one, no matter how big, what color, or how rotten, she would point at it and shout, "WHOA!" She eagerly picked the strawberries and put them in the bucket. All of the ladies at the patch loved her "strawberry suit." And she found the one mud puddle in the entire patch (about one square foot) and jumped right in, which meant we had to take off her shoes and socks before getting in the car and endure 25 minutes of screams of "CLEAN SOCKS, CLEAN SOCKS" from the back seat.

Remember how I told you last week that Edie is singing now? Of course you do, there's no reason to suspect that you think about anything other than my children. I recorded her, and you can listen to her sing in the clip below. (DISCLAIMER: you have to listen to me sing, too)

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