I have never met a faster crawler then Ms. R. She takes off on a mission and gets there faster than if I walked the distance. She is speedy, intent and a super listener. She can sign milk, more and finished. She laughs, she cries, she is an all around beauty. I am not sure if it is a coincidence or something we are doing as we progress through the babies, but each one has been more and more of a lap baby.
Don't get me wrong, our girls are independent ladies. They have worked on quiet play time from the get go (I blame awesome nana care for that), but each successive one has decided that being outside of momma's arms is not as comfy as in them. And of course, who doesn't like a cuddling or sleeping baby? I indulge. But I worry this means a life time of quick crying girls.
It is strange how much I worry that every action, every decision... anything can ruin the girls for life. Silly of course. Brendan and I do a great job with the kids. They are smart, cute, athletic, blah blah blah. But I still worry. Should I pick her up, should I not. Should we sign more? Does she get enough hugs? Should I work less? Should I shield her from her sisters more? What do 9 month olds eat anyway? You would think that having more kids means that you are an expert in kids. Turns out, it just gets more and more confusing.
And the guilt. Don't get me started.
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