Oh snap.

Pipes is sick.  She's had a cold for 8 days now.  She gave it to me on about the 3rd day.   It's not the flu but it's not fun either.

She's moved into the stage where she's coughing and got nasty in her throat that makes me want to hock a loogie for her.  .... Is that even how it's spelled?

Anyway, despite feeling horrible, she's met several milestones this past week.   She's learned and can (although not consistently) stand up in her crib and can stand holding onto the couch.

She's learned and perfected her method of getting from laying down to the sitting up position.

But most importantly, she's learned, as of this night, to crawl.    To crawl, people.   

Where's my "ee baby" gone?  And in case you're wondering that's a term we use that I cannot explain to Carey.  It just means little, basically.

Buddy is the one who made her crawl.   I knew we named him right.   He was laying there all cute and she just couldn't resist his charms.  She had to get from her place on the floor to him.   And then as Carey told him to move from place to place around the room she followed him.   

Now all I'm wondering is that it's all cute and exciting for us and Piper but what kind of anxiety is Buddy having to come to terms with tonigh?   Poor thing.  

I think I shall go give him some cheese.   He's my fella after all.