So I apologize that this site has become a Daddy blog. I don’t know when that happened. Ah well…

The Frontera Fest piece this weekend went extremely well. The church members laughed at the right places and no one seemed offended. So life is good.

Yesterday morning Stella woke up at 6:30. That sucked. Then she proceeded to crawl around the room stop and just break down crying. She was extremely tired. Of course, this always signals the start of some new ability, but I never recognize that at the time (probably because I’m sleep deprived). So yesterday afternoon I was trying to put her down for a nap, and I noticed she was playing with her cradle cross. “Huh”, I thought, “she’s never tried to play with that before”. Then I looked up again and she was smiling and looking at me like she’d just invented a method of nuclear fusion. I realized she was a bit taller than normal. Then it hit me… she’s standing up. I called Julie in and we both marveled at our baby who can now pull-up into a standing position.

Then this morning she was attempting to unzip her sleeper. And just now I walked towards he to take away Julie’s purse and she attempted to move it out of my grasp so I wouldn’t take it. Cheeky monkey!