Tuesday, May 12, 2015

What a Difference 3 Weeks Makes!

Babies are amazing beings. The first year of life is one miracle after another. When I saw Brooke just three weeks ago, she was getting up on her hands and knees. You could almost see the wheels turning in her head. She was efficient at getting from place to place by rolling, but she wasn't getting brain, hands and feet to work together at the same time for an official crawling motion. 

But, in just a short time, her little brain clicked into place, and she's crawling - quickly! - to explore her world. She's pulling up to toys and furniture. An open pantry becomes a playground. She can empty toy boxes and cabinets faster than you can chase her down. We are all betting that she follows in her mommy's footsteps and starts walking early. (Jill walked before her 10-month milestone!)
Big Sister has shifted her Magi-Clip princesses from the floor to the TV stand, where Little Sister just can't quite reach - though she'll stretch and try anyway.
I treated myself to an early Mother's Day gift by going to Topeka for a short visit last Friday and Saturday. I kept hearing about all of Brooke's new tricks, along with her new teeth. And I just had to see for myself.
Also in that time period, Kinley has learned to write her name, all by herself. And I love listening to her make up imaginary stories for her princesses. She'll gladly give Grandma a role to play, too.
Three weeks makes a difference on the farm, too.  After multiple starts and stops, we finally got the corn planted a week ago.
It's all coming up, so the march toward corn harvest 2015 is now officially underway.
I just love a good miracle or two, don't you?


  1. They do grow up so fast! My son will be 25 in July! Oh my goodness!
    The corn looks good too!

    1. Our son was 27 on Mother's Day! And he's our baby.

  2. The corn is looking good. Nice to have it up and away. And yes, your grand-daughters are adorable and growing up fast.

    1. Thanks, Lynda. We had the weeds sprayed this week. And, yes: Our granddaughters are growing like weeds, too.