The weather has been keeping us on our toes. Sunday after church, we headed out for a little family hike to test out the baby hiking backpack. Ellie is finally big enough. She thought it was the perfect spot for a nap.
|("Why did you people wake me up for this?")|
|(Sunshine. No snow.)|
On Monday, I decided that a run was in order. I've been slacking, and I need to get a good base in now to prepare for some shorter and possibly even faster races this spring. As I left the house with Ellie in the BOB, a few flakes were falling. Since the forecast called for a 30 percent chance of showers over the next hour, I wasn't too concerned.
My run ended 35 minutes later uphill, in the snow, pushing a stroller. I felt so hardcore. Ellie loved the flakes. They fell all afternoon, and we had enough of a dusting to make the trees look pretty. I prefer 75 degree snow-free winters, but Ellie laughed at the snow on her eyelashes. Ellie and I stood on the front porch for awhile and chatted with the neighbors, as she stared wide-eyed at the fluffy white stuff falling from the sky. I guess a snowy day won't be an excuse not to run with her if the roads are safe; she could have stayed out longer. (And today, it's 50 degrees.)
|(An hour or two later.)|
|(And more snow.)|
In other news, Ellie's been really into her straw cup lately.
She's also been working hard on acquiring new skills. Still no army crawling, but an interesting backward scoot while attempting to go forward is progress. Or not? (On the plus side, she's moving. On the minus side, she's ending up farther away from whatever she's trying to grab.) Yesterday, Ellie was sitting next to the stairs playing with a toy. When I looked over, she was attempting to climb the stairs! I grabbed my phone but missed attempt #1.
|(So close.... yet so far.)|
Just in case you can't tell from the photo, attempt #1 was not successful.
I let Ellie sit back down in the same spot, put myself close enough to catch her in case she was successful in her stair climbing, and watched the little one in action. On attempt #2, she was sleepy. On attempt #3, I put her on her knees, and watched her try with all of her might to get her fishy-shaped maraca.
The fishy was unattainable.
Despite the miss, Ellie really was using her upper body so I emailed the video to her physical therapist. And texted her. I love that our early intervention team celebrates the little victories and big victories with us. I love that they make Ellie work hard, but they know exactly when to back off.
I've got a little one slowing waking up from her running-time nap in the stroller. Happy Tuesday. What's exciting in your life this week?
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