Ryann is officially mobile. She's been working up the courage to take the leap for the last few weeks, practicing getting on all fours and then sliding to the ground. On Saturday she decided it was go-time. There is now no keeping her from the stack of CDs in the corner of the living room or the cat toys under the couch. Or the wads of lint and cat hair she manages to find on the rug, her new favorite delicacy. Yesterday she managed to stuff a freshly harvested clump into her mouth before we could stop her and proceeded to get it caught in her throat. Have no fear, this is not the choking-on-object-cannot-get-air-turning-blue type of choking here. This is the something-foreign-tickling-throat type of choking. This was followed by several minutes of coughing off and on and finished off with a grand finale of sudden puking on the rug, toys, and Mommy. However she was able to play in the shower because of all this.
Saturday was a crazy day of trying out her new skills and getting rug burned knees. When bedtime came she must have decided that I wasn't quite impressed enough, as she calmly proceeded to stand up in her crib. I don't think I'm okay with this new learning curve.