Eva's new abilities have given me a few scares this week. Once I was nursing her in bed and got up to quickly go to the restroom. I peeked around the door in time to see that she had perched herself on the edge of the bed, ready to go over. I jumped up to rescue her, my pants still around my ankles. So much for parental dignity. On Saturday I peeked into her room during her nap and found her sitting up in her crib, playing with the mobile and trying to pull herself up on the railing. She never sat up in her crib before, so I hadn't realized how tall she was in relation to the railing. I immediately called Dave to lower the crib mattress. Thank goodness he was home. Then a few minutes later we were back to remove the crib bumper, because she had wedged her head between it and the railing.
A few days later I put a sleepy Eva down for a nap, and instead of crying for a few minutes like she usually does, it got eerily quiet. I peeked in to find her chewing on her favorite "Touch and Feel" book. With the crib bumper gone, she had managed to reach through the railing to the little end table where we stack her bedtime stories. How do they figure these things out so quickly? Now if she could just figure out how to free her feet from between the bars of the crib when she gets stuck.
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