Molly is 9 months old and finally getting fun. She's getting past the helpless-carry-me-around-all -day stage. She's an explorer and figured out she can climb the stairs. Her leg is always kicking up to climb anything.
She's still nursing full time and isn't that interested in food. She'll eat crackers or whatever her sisters are having but then wants down to crawl.
Molly loves sleeping with us at night. She goes to bed in her crib (which is at the foot of our bed) around 8:00 pm. We sneak in there, walking in slow motion around 10:30 pm. Oh so quietly do we pull the covers back and slowly slide into bed. Up pops Molly's head. She looks at us like "excuse me, didn't you forget something?" I'll nurse her and slide her up between us. She turns and grabs my pillowcase and swings her arm behind her to touch her Dad's arm and falls asleep. It's really cute but slightly annoying. At least she's not a bed hog and pretty much stays where she's at.
Here she is giving the impish look that we love.
Trying to get up on the chair.
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