My So Called Life

Molly is trying hard to sit up, roll over, and scoot somewhere. She can't do any of them yet (except with a little help) but she's working at it. In her spare time, she also likes to stand (again, with assistance), bat around a little blow up ball and play with her rings. We've reached the stage where toys, fingers (hers or yours), pretty much anything are headed straight for the mouth. I've picked up some pretty soggy stuffed animals over the past few weeks.



Sitting in the Bumbo (thanks to Samuel for the loan) is sometimes really, really fun and other times...

a little shocking. Mostly, this last picture just cracked me up.






I'm not kidding about that ball.



Or the rings.




She actually enjoys tummy time. She usually also kicks her legs up or back and forth -- trying to scoot. I'm sure something will eventually motivate her enough to move but in the meantime, we just lose a lot of socks.


She likes to stand a lot but this particular evening she also enjoyed playing Pop Goes the Weasel with John.