One Speedy Baby

Alexa Grace is into everything.  Everything. 

The other evening, I was making dinner and heard a faint, "Up, please!" from the living room.  I looked in to find Samantha on her knees, clawing at a chair, trying desperately to clamber up and away from Ally, who was tugging at her clothes and hair.

Samantha can no longer have snacks in the living room because Ally will steal them, either knocking them to the floor or stuffing them into her mouth.  Today, Alexa tried pancakes while Daddy's back was turned.  Awesome. 

She isn't truly crawling yet.  She has adopted this belly-based gliding motion that reminds me of a penguin working her way across the ice, especially when she's on the tile or wood floor.  She propels herself with her arms and one foot, and you can hear the slapping sound from another room.  She gets this great, determined look on her face, totally focused on her destination.  She's like a little Michael Phelps.  And she's fast.

She can also get up and down from sitting at light-speed, and she is trying to figure out how to pull to stand so that she can get into the top bins of our toy rack, where I keep the toys she isn't allowed to chew.  Look out, world!