I don't have pictures to back me up here, but Melina is in the process of starting to move. Mobility is clearly not a problem anymore. She moves in a circle. She moves backward. She moves forward. Does she actually crawl? Not quite...yet.
Her method has progressed over the last couple of days from pulling herself with her arms, to launching herself forward (after rocking), to using her toes to push forward. Yesterday, she effectively chased Talia around the room, ending up under the table. The kids were laughing hysterically at her, and because Melina smiles at everything her siblings do, Melina sent a huge, toothless grin back to them.
The girls don't remember when Aaron started crawling, so this idea of watching a baby learn to crawl is new for three of them. Zoe, Talia, and Aaron are repeatedly mesmerized by Melina's attempts to move her leg forward after getting up on hands and knees. Each child yells out a play-by-play when Melina lifts her back up of the floor, rocks on her hands and knees, and tries to move forward in some fashion. The kids are Melina's biggest fans and cheerleaders, and I suspect that they always will be.
The thing I realized this morning is that it really doesn't matter what number child it is that is hurtling through developmental milestones; every time, the process engages you, mesmerizes you, and makes you feel so darn proud.
Her method has progressed over the last couple of days from pulling herself with her arms, to launching herself forward (after rocking), to using her toes to push forward. Yesterday, she effectively chased Talia around the room, ending up under the table. The kids were laughing hysterically at her, and because Melina smiles at everything her siblings do, Melina sent a huge, toothless grin back to them.
The girls don't remember when Aaron started crawling, so this idea of watching a baby learn to crawl is new for three of them. Zoe, Talia, and Aaron are repeatedly mesmerized by Melina's attempts to move her leg forward after getting up on hands and knees. Each child yells out a play-by-play when Melina lifts her back up of the floor, rocks on her hands and knees, and tries to move forward in some fashion. The kids are Melina's biggest fans and cheerleaders, and I suspect that they always will be.
The thing I realized this morning is that it really doesn't matter what number child it is that is hurtling through developmental milestones; every time, the process engages you, mesmerizes you, and makes you feel so darn proud.
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