In just two short days, my dearest friend, Ashley and her husband, Seth will be headed to the West Indies to hit the beaches, sip a few rum punches, and scoop Blaine and me up to head home to Texas for the break. We are leaving a tick before Eric so he can focus on studying for finals. (Plus, we wanted everyone to spend a little more time with Blaine and I am going to work a day or two in Bryan). Bills, bills, bills.
At the amateur age of 7 1/2 months, Blaine experienced her first tropical storm last night. We were not directly hit by TS Emily, but the outer bands brought plenty of rain, wind, and hang ten waves. We lost power twice yesterday evening, but we were shocked at how fast they got it back up and running. Today we are experiencing more wind and a movie-watching, soakin' rain kinda day. Eric on the other hand is studying this day away on campus.
My beach buddy.
My beach buddy.
Kite Surfing on a volleyball Friday afternoon
Blaine has graduated from creeping ( pushing around on her stomach) to scooting (army crawl style, with one arm and one leg) all over the floor. It is a precious sight, but increases the need for close parental supervision when she constantly scoots her little booty to forbidden locations and often breakable adult possessions. But each little scoot promotes exploration, therefor creating more neuronal synapses, leading to an increase in brain growth, motor planning abilities and executive function, all while contributing to reaching her developmental milestones. It's a beautiful, healthy progression to witness as a parent.
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