Bouncing Baby Girl

I originally intended to post the antics acted out here while my niece and nephew visited this week. Believe me, there have been a few. However, I've put together a little impromptu photo album for Ed & Ashley and I don't want to spoil it by posting the stories here...on the off chance that they can't keep themselves from my blog longer than three days during a week in Sin City. Without kids. Ha.

When I followed Hannah through her schoolroom door today, I got an eyeful of Hannah cheeks...the bottom kind. Cute as they may be, I realized I needed to tighten the waistband of her pants. By the way, who is the genius that devised those nifty elastic bands inside of waistbands? You know, the ones with buttonholes so people like myself who are completely incapable of sewing can still "alter" pants. Whoever it is, I hope she's filthy rich. She deserves it. Or "he."

Hannah undressed before nap time (I know, I'm shocked too). Just before putting her baggy pants back on her today, my nephew E and I worked together to tighten the waistband. While we focused down at the pants, Hannah jumped on her bed in my peripheral vision. Boing boing boing boing. I concentrated so hard at making my curled hands hold the elastic just so that I almost succeeded in tuning out the boing boing until I heard boing boing BAM! In an instant Hannah bounced from my peripheral vision into my direct line of sight on the hardwood floor...head first, facing up at me with a how-the-heck-did-I-get-here look. She didn't cry (sensory dysfunction?). None of us moved for a good ten seconds.

Finally I picked her up, she fake cried, and I busted up laughing. Out loud. Almost to tears. I must be mentally imbalanced. When life has been generally good, I've been depressed. My daughter does a header onto the hardwood, I laugh.

I am so ready for February.