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Some photos and Eisley crawling


Kaybree makes sure everyone gets something to eat at the tea party.

We went to an event where Jamba was giving away free smoothies. I thought for fun I'd let Eisley try some of mine. You had never used a straw before but you figured it out real quick and refused to give my smoothie back!

You two have more Suns gear than I do. Grandma buys you any Suns outfits they sell so you're always ready for game day!

Sometimes you just lay on your back and lift your hips and push to get around. Anytime you reach your destination--which is usually a toy, you flip onto your back to enjoy it.


Eisley, you have finally decided to crawl. But it's not a full-on crawl yet. It's a hardcore army crawl, really. You put both hands together in front of you and then pull yourself forward. You're getting very good at it. You can get across the room very quickly--but you're exhausted when you get there. The entire way you're panting with excitement.
We've had to pick up the dogs bowls more often because that's always your first destination. You want to eat their food and play in the water. Whenever we see you heading that way we yell at you to stop and you turn and give this big grin. It's so funny!

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