37 weeks, crawling, highchairs, big kitties and muskets

Dear Lizzie Sue,

You are 37 weeks old which is a weird time for Daddy. You are half way between 8 months and 9 months and Daddy is having a hard time knowing what to tell people when they ask how old are you. Should Daddy round down and just tell them you are 8 months old or should Daddy round up and make you 9 months old? Maybe Daddy should just confuse everyone and tell them you are 37 weeks old.

There is no doubt about it, you are crawling in the traditional crawling fashion at this point. If any of the Lizzie Sue groupies out there need the evidence, check out the video on youtube at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMA0YZwipHo Also this means you are now pulling up on everything and anything you can get your hands on. Also not only do you get your hands on it, you also started letting go with those hands and fearlessly taking that first step. Granted you've face planted the few times you attempted it, but that hasn't stopped you from still trying again.

Recently Mommy and Daddy got you a real high chair and that has totally changed your eating habits. Now you actually enjoy sitting down with us at the dinner table and you feed yourself. Since you never really showed an interest in the pureed foods, with this new high chair we've just been giving you little bits of pasta, fruit, pancakes, pizza crust, sweet potato fries, and your favorite - grilled cheese. You have been eating so much better in this new setting, both Mommy and Daddy are very happy even with having to pick up all the pasta off the floor and off your lap.

Daddy took you to campus to watch the Cavalry demo. You were in your stroller for the entire demo and watched every horse just as intently as you watch the kitties running around our house. Granted Daddy had you about 40 yards away from the demo, which is why Daddy thinks to you the horses did look like big kitties. Once you got nose to nose to one of the horses, your eyes were so big, Daddy could tell you were thinking "Wow this thing is huge, not a big kitty at all." Daddy thinks by spring time we'll have pictures of you riding one of those horses. Ok maybe the mini, but it's still a horse.

Lastly Daddy wants to mention you sitting through the Labor Day parade in town. Not only did you love the parade, watching the entire thing with that intense look of enjoyment and processing on your face, you never got scared during the loud parts. Daddy's not talking about a few loud sirens or air horns. You sat there smiling through the cannon fire, civil war reenactors shooting off muskets, loud rally cars and the thing that got you to smile the most was the 60 motorcycles riding by right in front of you. Mommy and Daddy figure Gramps will be happy to hear you enjoyed the motorcycles in the parade. We figure Mommy and Daddy are so bomb proofed from being around Norwich for so long, it must be in your DNA.

We Love You,

Mommy & Daddy