There she goes!

Mya's walking!  She's eleven months.  Not the earliest for our kids, but she's a lot more careful and precise about it than Ethan ever was.

 

Actually, he still isn't so precise.  He was pushing Mya in her little car tonight and decided to send her down the driveway on her own.  The car hit the woodchip pile, and the car tipped and skidded to a halt on her face.  I heard the wail and came running just as the neighbor scooped her up (he was mowing his grass...) and brought her to me.  A bit of road rash, but nothing too drastic.  Poor baby.

 

This one is a handful!

Tomorrow we're setting up the pack-and-play so Mom can have a moment's reprieve.  This little girl is very busy and it's hard to keep a step ahead of her.

 

 

 

 

Don't let the pretty dress fool you...

I was trying to get a picture of Mya in her cute dress sitting by my pansies.  She would have none of it.  Instead she wanted to play with the bull dozer and play in our seedlings for the garden.
 

They say if you can't beat them, join them.  So... we put on old, grubby clothes and let her have at it.  John thinks it's great that she's such a tomboy.  I'm worried about pin worms and other nasties she may injest...  (She's obviously not.)

 

 

Happiness...

...as defined by an 11 month old.