Friday, December 28, 2012

First Steps, Part Deux

Sarah has been on the go almost since the day she was born.  She decided on Christmas Eve 2004 that she was ready to walk and no matter how much I tried to persuade her that at ten months and 12 days she was much much much too young to be a walker, she took off without me and never looked back. In the photo on the right she is moments away from taking her first steps.  She let go of the ottoman and took four steps toward the stairs which she then proceeded to climb.  The climbing - I'm pretty sure that's why I missed photographing her first steps. She was a fast and fearless climber long before she was an adventurous walker.  As a side note, we baby-proofed our house like crazy before Owen was born only to discover that we really didn't need to.  He was content playing with his toys or with us and never tried to do dangerous things like put his finger in a light socket or scale the cabinets to get into the prescription medications or open drawers and pull out sharp knives. By the time Sarah was born we had moved to a new house and after wasting all that time and money baby-proofing for our son, we assumed that we didn't need to baby proof the house for our daughter.  Oh sure, we put in the obligatory outlet covers, but baby gates and cabinet locks and bumpers? Not this time! We naively believed that those crazy safety precautions were for all those overprotective first time parents.  Yeah, we were wrong. See that photo below?  It was taken on Christmas morning.  Our sweet baby went from taking four steps on Christmas Eve to walking just about wherever she wanted to go on Christmas day.  It's not that she wasn't mobile before the walking - she was a crawling fiend - but the walking meant her hands were free to open cabinets and drawers more quickly and pull herself up on taller things and generally increase her range of mayhem. Mobility, thy name is Sarah.*

What's in here? 
Lucky for me I can 
walk over and find out for myself now.
Please don't offer to help me, 
it won't go well for you.

    Why am I waxing all nostalgic about Sarah's first steps this Christmas season? It's because at Sarah's orthopedic appointment on December 17th, the doctor told Sarah that with her new walking boot she could begin putting weight on her foot on December 24th - eight years to the day that she took her very first steps. It's made me more than a little bit sentimental.  And so it was on Christmas Eve, Sarah took her first crutch assisted steps on her left leg since "the incident" in late November.  She quickly went from slow tentative steps with her left leg to almost crutch running by Christmas Day.  She's now gotten so fast crutch walking that I have hustle to keep up with her when we're out and about.  A mobile Sarah is still a happy Sarah.

Christmas morning, climbing 
the steps with her 
American Girl Wheelchair
and broken legged McKenna doll in tow.

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* I've been looking through my journals this holiday season and I came across the following entry from December 28, 2006: "We have decided to try to get her into a gymnastics class after the holidays.  She loves to do gymnastic-like things like flip upside down, hang from the kitchen table, walk on her toes, twirl around, launch herself off the furniture and climb up the outside of the stairs. She has no fear! And when she sits on the floor she always sits with her toes pointed - it's very cute.  She just seems like she would love it."


Thursday, December 6, 2012

Elfed

It happened again this afternoon.  On our way home from school Sarah regaled me with amusing stories of her friends elves who have marsh mellow fights and grow candy canes and leave cute messages on kitchen countertops in powdered sugar. And then tonight she wrote this note card and left it laying where Santa would be sure to find it.  The photo quality isn't great, but I think you can make it out.  


She is killing me with lines like "If the elves g0t lost our address is . . . "!?!?!?  and "I think our Christmas letters are on the table near the couch without the lamp - dumbass!" I know, she didn't write "dumbass" but you can't read this note and not see that it's totally implied.  Seriously, we have the worst. elves. EVER!!  And I feel really bad about it.  The guilt is kinda giving me insomnia which is why I'm awake writing this after midnight. When she asked me again tonight when I thought the elves might get here, I casually mentioned that maybe they were waiting until after Thursday when she gets her new cast.  Any guess as to what she said? Well of course she said  "how fun will it be if they sign my new cast!"  So now the elves have to find their way here and then somehow figure out how to sign her cast without either waking her up or getting permanent marker on my new couch (because my sweet girl is sleeping on the couch because she can't walk upstairs to her bedroom because she has a GIANT cast on her leg. AAAHHH!!)!! I have totally elfed myself again this year.  I'm hoping the elves can manage to make an appearance tomorrow night. Or maybe Friday. Or sometime before Christmas.  It would be really helpful if Sarah could give me the elves address, you know - so I can find them.  Telling me that they are at the "North Pole" is about as helpful as saying they're "hidden somewhere in one of those Christmas boxes in the attic." Crossing my fingers that this story is going to have a happy ending.