Whirling Dervish

Cecelia is quite the whirling dervish...or tornado depending on who you ask.  Cece's aunt referred to her as a walking tornado this past week.  She got to spend a solid week observing Cece's quirky behavior as she and Cece's cousins were visiting.  Cecelia simply doesn't stop moving.  She'll squat to take a break.  But she rarely sits and stops to play with one thing.  She's always on the go and emptying drawers where'er she goes.  She also noted that Cece likes to abandon her drinking cup entirely when she is done drinking.  While she takes the time to pick up spilled snack and cleans quite well, her cup seems to be something she could...live without.  Cecelia is also a bit...demanding...and...bossy.  Her cousins experienced this first hand this past week.  At one point, her older cousin asked why she was screaming (her way of communicating most things) and from the start decided it was just much easier to give her what she wanted.  He took to this quite well.  Her other cousin, however, disagreed (as I would also).  Cecelia decided that she would like his truck.  That moment stuck in his mind the rest of the week.  I'm just hoping he's not scarred for life by this encounter.  For the rest of the week, when Cecelia entered the same air space that he was occupying he would get very upset and either leave and go to a different room, or otherwise indicate that he had NOT forgotten the truck transgression.  And, no, he was not going to get over it.  I'm just hoping that Cecelia has learned a few more manners before her next encounter with her cousins so that, hopefully, she will not have any more faux pas such as this one.

Almost Famous

I've been away for far too long...and hopefully I'll be able to get back into the swing of blogging, but in the meantime, here's a peek at a day in the life of Jeff and Cece.  Enjoy!

Age: 14 Months

Picture Taken September 14th.  And yes, this was the best/only we could do.  We'll see how October goes, but this may be the end of monthly pictures...

Danger Zone

Cecelia likes to live dangerously and keep us on our toes.  While she's become quite proficient at walking and even dares to tread on both sand and grass now (look out!), she has recently begun some new daredevil moves. 

 

 She started climbing up on the recliner which is an achievement of physics calculations I don't understand but she still manages to pull it off nonetheless.  Like stairs, getting up is the easy part.  Coming back down is a smidge more difficult.  She has safely navigated herself down on her belly and gently placed her feet on the floor.  Unless she's in the mood to give Jeff or I a heart attack by leaning forward and feigning that she is about to dive head first.  But I digress.  

So, she'd been doing this for a few days when, one day, Jeff went to use the facilities and returned to the living room to find Cecelia sitting on the couch and when he entered the room, laughing at him.  Mischief!  Now, again, this is all well and good until she realizes that it would be really fun to climb on the back of the couch and teeter there at the top of the stairs.  We may need to create a different feng shui for our living space, though I'm not sure moving the couch elsewhere is the answer as that would leave the bars exposed for squeezing her head through.  And if I know my daughter, that's JUST what she would do next.  

So, fingers crossed she doesn't take up an interest in base jumping in the next few days.  Then there's the spiral stair case.  Some of you may recall she learned to climb stairs on that very set.  Then we deftly blocked it off with a storage container of toys.  Most recently a tub with mega blocks was sitting on one side and the storage container on the other.  The same day Cecelia was found sitting upon the couch, she also decided to move that tub out of the way (it's not terribly heavy) and ascend the stairs.  At which point her father replaced her at the bottom of the stairs and put the tub back in place.  Followed by her doing the same thing again (are you seeing a pattern here?).  Next, daddy-o moved the much heavier container of toys to block the stairs.  After some lugging, Cecelia gave up on moving the container and, instead, decided to climb up into the toy container, step on and wade through the toys to get to the other side, place both feet on the bottom step and continue on her merry way.  


Trouble.  Big trouble.  But, she is quite the problem solver.


See what Dooce has to say on the topic of daredevil children as she writes about her daughter who is one month older than Cece.