The Worm

Jocelynne is on the brink of crawling. Her current form of locomotion is a cross between crawling and doing the worm (a break dance move which she has mastered). Occasionally she'll also keep her legs straight so that her bum is high in the air while she attempts to crawl. As her arms aren't powerful enough to keep her up this way, she often tumbles to the side. In relief society today, however, her arms just gave out and she met the carpet with her head.

She's perfecting her pronounciation of "mama" and is coming close to "papa" (it's more like bapa right now). Her new delight is squealing. Jocelynne and I have conversations together where she squeals to me (it's more like a high-pitched sigh -- very cute) and I respond in kind. We do this back and forth to entertain ourselves.

Our chickens are growing like weeds. I lifted the grate off of the top of their box the other day to change their water and they took the opportunity to fly out. I tried to grab Salt and put her back in her box but every time I got my hands around her body she'd squirm and cheep vigorously, which gave me the heebie jeebies. I finally gave up and tried to keep her contained to the wood floor until Landon came home. I'm afraid of my own pets.