At seven months, Betsy worked diligently on learning to crawl.
Apparently crawling is harder than it looks. Trying to keep her balance and move an arm thisaway while a leg moves thataway--it reminds me of trying to get into a tricky yoga pose.
The moment she got crawling under control, she immediately began pulling up to stand, crawling up the stairs, and cruising. For several days, she fell constantly and was covered in little, black bruises. It was parenthood in microcosm: There was no way to both keep her safe and let her chase her dreams (of climbing up the stairs like everyone else in the family).
She wore these little pads to protect her knees. I think they make her look like a roller derby queen. We thought maybe "Thunder Thighs" could be her handle.
She's a little music lover. She squirms and bops when she hears a catchy tune and she's very diligent about her piano practice.
She still has a special place in her heart for Logan, who will stop at nothing to get a giggle from her.