Mimicking Mommy

I shouldn't post this, because everyone will know what a mean mom I am. But it gave me a little chuckle, so I thought I'd keep a record of it. Yesterday, I was doing the dishes while Wyatt ate his lunch. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but he was saying, "Hear me? Stop! Hear me? Stop!"; because mom says, "Do you hear me? Stop it!" Then later on, Misty had a disc that went to his viewfinder. I told him to take it away from her so she wouldn't chew it up. He took it away and said, "No, Misty, spank a bum!" I had to explain to him that only mom and dad give spankings, which we really don't do very often. I guess we will really have to be careful what we say from now on.

Bittersweet Mobility

Misty is now eight months old as of last week. As of yesterday, she is crawling! Now is when all the excitement and terror begins. I like this stage, because now when I leave the room, she can follow me instead of wondering why I left her alone. I'm not, however, looking forward to her climbing our stairs. They are hard and awkward. Wyatt and I have both taken a fall down them, and even Ross has lost his footing a few times. We are amazed at how fast time is flying. Misty has always enjoyed interacting with her brother, and it won't be long before they are getting into mischief together.