A mover & a shaker.

Phew. I'm tired. What's got me so exhausted, you ask? (Other than the fact that I've clocked a total of 9 hours of sleep the last 2 nights...)

Just the thought of Brooke starting to crawl.

I'm not kidding, we are thisclose, you guys. She is rocking on those hands and knees like she's ready for the Cha Cha Slide (quite possibly the worst organized dance song of all time, in case you were wondering.) As soon as she reaches out for something, she plops onto her belly and beached-whales it. It's seriously only a matter of time before I'm going to be chasing her around the house, mostly trying to keep her out of things. And I yawn every time I think about it.

She is already all over the place. If she sees something she wants, she'll roll halfway across the room to get it. She can turn herself 360 degrees while sitting and can even scoot a little bit while staying upright. And her latest feat of strength? Pulling herself up on things. She gets up on both knees, and then usually gets stuck that way. Today, she found the bar stools that are in our family room and decided they were the perfect height for climbing. This was after she played peek-a-boo with the curtains and gazed out the window in her favorite spot in the family room: on the air vent. Such a goofball!