This is the child that wants to pick out clothes for every member of our family.  The shirt and skirt were picked out by her mother but the “accessories” (read: pink mittens, blue plastic high heels with feather accents, and blue synthetic make up bag doubling as a purse) were all chosen by her.  I am trying to convince her that I have survived 26 years without her fashion advice but she just looks at me with pity as if I am completely hopeless.

Kieran is still not crawling although he will occasionally make an attempt at it.  It progresses something like this:

First, he enjoys a sitting position and considers the possibility that mobility could prove useful.

Next, he throws himself forward with reckless abandon.

Once on his stomach, he looks to me with an expression that says “I am trying to convince myself that I like this, but it’s not working.”…

…which is followed by this expression.  I think that pretty much says it all.

Needless to say, there has been no actual crawling, as he refuses to stay on his stomach long enough to figure it out. Although we have been seeing some movement in the form of “scootching” in which he puts his arms in crawling position (while still sitting) and drags his lower body around like a paralyzed puppy.  It can be amusing.