Dr. Mom went to Boston last weekend for a big doctor conference (that wasn't the least bit boring - how geeky of me), and Elizabeth and Daddy got to stay at home and play. While I was away, she had her first official PT visit, and miraculously started moving around more. (maybe the mean physical therapist scared her into not being afraid of her push-along lion anymore)
Since Saturday she's been making laps around the house and up and down the hallway pushing Mr. Lion and looking totally cute, giggling when he plays a little song. Tonight, she cruised for a mere three steps around her Neurosmith activity block. Now we're cooking with gas! And when she fell down, she actually caught herself!
Little Lizzy Beth has also become quite the scat master. No, not that which comes out the backside of wild animals. Music. She's been making up her own little songs, they go like this: ba-ba-bum-bum-daa, da-da-da. Or something similar. With a melody and little dance to go along. It's hysterical.
She's also continued to sit herself up in bed, get stuck in the bedposts, and scream bloody murder. Sunday night, it lasted for at least 2 hours. Tonight, not so bad - only 30 minutes. Hopefully her next milestone will be laying back down.
Off to write a lecture for tomorrow on the wonders of the IUD. We'll call it, "how not to procreate like rabbits 101"
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