Ada is nearly walking. Seriously. She balances well and can take a few wobbly steps when she's well balanced first. Mikey and I had a mini-debate tonight over whether or not to count what she did today as "her first steps." I say no. He says, "What, you're going to wait until she goes (he stomps around, puts his hands up to his mouth megaphone style), 'Mom get me a cookie!'" Answer: no. But I'm not ready to admit that she may or may not have taken her first steps.
First steps make her one part toddler. I'm not ready for toddler. Get back in your bassinet you baby! Fall asleep on my chest. Let me swaddle you. Stay small. Coo again.
She has also taken to blowing on her food. I guess she's seen me do it. She blows it off the spoon now and again. Or waits until it touches her lips to splatter it all over. Speaking of splatter, tub time has turned into a mop-the-kitchen-floor-after-we're-done thing. She has figured out splashing. Big time.
Watching her grow and develop is one part exciting, one part terrifying (she can pull that down now? she got where? she did what?), and one part sentimental. While parts of me long to have my sweet newborn back, I love how much fun I have with her as she learns and explores. She's a curious one.