Liggettisms

My daughter hates grass.

Why, you ask?

I really don't know.

For example, if her hand strays beyond the boundaries of the blanket and happens to touch just ONE blade of grass, she recoils as if she's just touched molten lava.

If I put her down right on the grass she'll begin to cry and won't let her feet touch the ground.

I guess it must feel weird or something.

Well, if you've spent your entire life on carpet and hardwood, I could see how grass would be a little overwhelming. It's kinda prickly and, uh, green? Hmph.

In other news, last Thursday K.T. pulled herself to standing for the first time. Now, she can't seem to stop doing it. Her bookshelf, the couch, kitchen chairs, laundry baskets, the dishwasher...all of it is good pulling up territory.

Yesterday, I went for my very first ride on my bike - OUTSIDE. I rode a total of 6 miles. I was really nervous about my clip-in pedals, but it all worked out fine.

On the way back to my house I had to climb up this big-ass hill, and I DID IT. I didn't stop. Not once. I was so proud of myself.

"And here comes Chiodo round the bend up and dancing on those pedals! She's tapping out an absolutely ferocious rhythm. Look at that face! Sheer concentration. My goodness me, Chiodo has caught the big bunch by surprise. She looks back to see who's chasing....and the answer is NO ONE!"

Sigh. So, I only went up the hill at 6 miles per hour. People could probably walk up the hill faster than I was riding.

A girl can dream can't she?