And now, just 11 days after we've had to rethink our relationship to the horizontal plane, she started on the vertical. That's right. Climbing. Standing at the bookshelf today, she put her hands on the highest shelf she could reach, and then stood on the roof of her Old Macdonald Farm toy to give herself a lift. But she couldn't quite make it. Because, of course, she didn't quite have the developmental development and coordination to execute her vision successfully. We breathed a sigh of relief. A few hours later, however, was a different story. With the inspirational role modelling of an older baby (thanks, Matteo!) she learnt how to pull herself on the top of the heater to look out the window.
"We're not ready for you to climb!" Caroline and I wailed to each other. And Emma replied (in baby babble, but we understood her perfectly): "Too bad, suckers. It's happening and you'd better catch up, or I'm going to be cruising down the street before you even know I'm out the window"...
(Oh, and no photos tonight. Maybe tomorrow...)
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