The long arm of Amelia

Amelia's reach is getting greater, which means that we have to exercise even more caution around the house than ever before.

For example, only a couple of days ago I was making Amelia a fried egg for breakfast. (She likes a hot breakfast like her dad does.) After scrambling her egg a bit I turned around and saw Amelia on the verge of pulling the carton containing the remaining half-dozen eggs off a kitchen counter. Luckily I moved quickly and prevented an awful mess.

A couple days later Amelia wanted some water to drink. I have been giving her small Dixie cups full of water hoping she would practice holding and drinking from the cups. So far, she only drinks from a cup if mommy or daddy holds it for her.

Well, she started to act disinterested in the water, so I sat it on the kitchen counter and returned to the living room. A few moments later, Amelia wanders out of the kitchen with the cup in her hand, a soaked shirt, and a confused look on her face. Admittedly, this was pretty cute.

At Texas Roadhouse Monday night Amelia was unhappy because she was unable to reach a pair of balloons tied to the opposite end of a neighboring table. Though she tried to climb over mommy to reach the balloons, she was unsuccessful. After mommy and daddy assured her that she would get a balloon after we finished dinner, she seemed to settle down a bit.

Then a terrible thing happened: The family sitting at our neighboring table got up to leave and took their balloons with them. Amelia began to cry desperately, reaching out to the balloons. Mike and I suspected that she may have thought those were the balloons we promised her for after dinner, and now they were walking away. She cried so hard and so pitifully it made a few other customers laugh. Again, she was awfully cute.

And she did get her balloon on our way out the door. This is a girl who really loves balloons.

Lisa