The baby is crawling. Yep. Self mobile. Oy. And now the cat officially hates me.
Earlier today we had her first crawling wound--a nose plant on the hard hardwood floor. Followed by a two second glare in my direction--a look that said, "What the...? You never told me there would pain involved!" Followed directly by wailing and gnashing of teeth...er, gums. Once again--Oy.
On another note--nothing seems to bring family and friends out of the woodwork like a disaster, natural or otherwise. So far this week I have had phone calls from an aunt, husband's grandmother and his mother (all whom I very rarely and in the case of the grandmother--never--hear from). As well as an e-mail from a friend I haven't heard from in just over a year--her last e-mail expressed concern over our well being following the shootings at Virginia Tech. For those who aren't glued to the news regarding the goings on in the state of Virginia--three tornadoes bounced around the south/eastern part of the state on Monday. One was about half an hour south of us. If it had been a hurricane we'd be pulling bits of the oak tree out of our attic, but as tornadoes tend to be a little more selective and localized, we emerged unscathed. Wet and wind blown, but no harm done. Though, it is nice to know people still worry about me.