Rockabye Baby

Sheila has been after me for a week to do another blog entry so I am finally taking the time to get it done. I wanted this one to have a few videos of her to prove that she is actually starting her mobility. Crawl-walking is the best way to describe her sometimes odd movements. She is getting very good at just plain crawling from point A to point B but sometimes she tries to stand up and crawl at the same time. It is quite amusing to watch her figure out different ways to move. In the video that I made to go with this posting, I included music from a new source. It is called Rockabye Baby and it is quite unique. They have taken many of the artists that us generation X'ers grew up on and made their songs into lullaby's. I thought it was a novel idea.

Our transformation into full blown parenthood made another giant leap. We traded in our sporty Rav 4 for the much less-sporty, minivan. All three of us are excited to have a bit more room for our trips to the ocean and the zoo. In order to make the transition a bit easier on me, we are talking about adding a scoop on the hood and possibly some 20" spinners. I'm pretty sure Sheila will veto that idea.

Claire and I have been gearing up for hockey playoffs this past week. We watched the WCHA tournament and the first round of the NCAA frozen four. She is really getting excited. She has already asked to wear my Wild jersey for our hockey nights. It will be fun and I can't wait to take some pictures.

We have begun baby proofing the house. The outlets are covered and I have started adding cabinet locks. Once you get going it is amazing to find all the small things that children can get in. The marble afghan rack that Larry made can be pulled on top of an inquisitive baby. The dog's food dish cannot be left alone (not that there is ever food in it for more than 10 seconds). Toilet bowl brushes look like they would be fun to stick in the mouth. Tile floors are not very forgiving. We use to worry about Claire flipping on to her stomach when she was sleeping. So much worry that Sheila would check on her 4-5 times per night. Now we have to worry about her climbing out of her crib and falling to the floor. I can already see the headline, "Baby falls the equivalent of two stories". (thank you onion) I guess our baby proofing will gradually turn into toddler proofing and eventually teenager proofing. Sounds like we are going to need more locks.