Today's final Alex rundown.

[rivka]

She napped for exactly one hour and then woke herself up by accidentally banging her head into the crib rails. Hard. Before she was ready to wake up at all. I managed to get her to doze in the sling for another twenty minutes, but it still felt like a very inadequate nap.

In the sixty seconds it took me to go to the bathroom, she figured out how to get the top off the Vaseline jar.

She emptied a Ziploc bag full of Cheerios all over the living room floor.

She continued to have tragedy fits, and ignored about 60% of her dinner.

She pretended to feed her doll some Cheerios, which is the first time I've ever seen her pretend. To a psychologist, that's a major milestone, although it may not seem exciting to anyone else.

And!

She took about four steps without holding on to anything - a new personal record, and the first unsupported steps that were clearly differentiable from a controlled fall forward.

Walking! (A little bit, at least.)

Comments

[castiron.livejournal.com]

My parents have a story about me getting into a jar of Vaseline at that age; I apparently ruined the Sunday dress I was wearing.

Yay pretending!

Yay walking! One week after my son managed the four steps from the couch to the TV cabinet, we took an overseas flight, and the child walked all the way down the international terminal concourse in the Atlanta airport. Yeah. From four steps to a quarter-mile in a week.

[kcobweb.livejournal.com]

I have a friend whose toddler first got into the economy sized jar of Vaseline and *then* opened up a large container of baby powder. I guess they didn't get it all out of her hair for *weeks*.

[tea-dragon.livejournal.com]

Hee- Vaseline! When I was two and my brother was one I put vaseline in his hair, pretending it was shampoo. Apparently he came walking down the stairs saying "Icky icky!" and my mom had to take him to the beauty parlour to get it out.

[rivka.livejournal.com]

One of my foster sisters, at age two, loved putting on my sister's makeup. Once she made the mistake of thinking that my brother's black model paint was a reasonable equivalent. You could see the finger marks where she had carefully blended it into her cheekbones.

She was soooo pleased with herself, until he held her up to the mirror...

[tea-dragon.livejournal.com]

My daughter Sarah is five now, and still hasn't lost the desire to draw on herself with whatever is handy. Most often she uses washable crayola markers, thank goodness, because she likes to cover herself from head to toe. Recently she also found my eyeliner pencil and gave herself two extra eyebrows ...

I'm dreading the day when it occurs to her to "decorate" her baby sister.