The Crush

From the moment I cracked open and devoured Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone I could not wait for the day I would have a kid with whom to read it. I imagined us snuggled together in bed, my little one rapt with attention as we flipped page after page, neither one of us wanting to stop. I could not wait for the anticipation for the next book (I even considered making my child wait a year between each read, because, after all, I did, sometimes even longer!).

This summer we attempted the first book because E. had expressed some interest when she saw me rereading The Order of the Pheonix over the summer (she also wanted to read Outlander by Diana Gabaldon because my mom was reading it, but we decided we'd better save the sexy Scottish warriors for another time). After learning within the first chapter that the heroic boy wizard had been orphaned as a baby (not much younger than her own little brother) she needed to stop. It just wasn't fair! She had said. How could that happen? So, we stopped, and I wondered if this initial read was just too soon and feared that it would prevent her from ever wanting to try to read the series again.

But then, something wonderful happened. E. made a friend at school and that friend loved Harry Potter (so much so, I heard, that she is going to be Harry for Halloween this year). This, and the fact that there is a movie I will not let her see until she has read the book with me, prompted E. to beg me to start reading The Sorcerer's Stone once again. With a little reluctance, afraid I would really ruin it this time, I started the book again.

And she's loving it.

We're on our way to Hogwarts as we speak and she is thrilled or chilled by each character she meets. She thinks Hagrid is sweet, the Dursley's are vile, and she's already picked up on Draco Malfoy's general awfulness. But most of all, she is absolutely enamored with Harry. And who wouldn't be - he's a kind, humble boy who has a sense of justice. Who wouldn't admire a person like that?

Today, at the doctor's office, she got to pick a sticker, per usual. I spotted a sticker with Harry and Hermoine on it and pointed it out. Immediately, E. snatched up and told the nurse who had been offering the stickers that she was reading Harry Potter and loved Harry (the book, she meant, of course). Later that day, she came downstairs, a bashful grin on her face.
"Mama," she said. "I kissed Harry Potter on my sticker."
My, oh my, what have I done?

In Hot Pursuit

Let the blessed angels sing! The boy is MOBILE!

Over the last few days M. has started seriously developing his crawling skills. For quite some time, he's primarily been an army crawler, which was fine for short distances and if he didn't want to sit up and check out what he had crawled over to (so, actually, it sucked). But recently, he's started to perfect a weird little crawling stance that allows him to be able to stay mostly upright and not fall onto his tummy (it's one of those half sit/half crawl situations where he uses one leg with the foot planted firmly on the ground to push himself along).

I cannot express how much we needed this to happen. I don't think I've met a more frustrated baby. He knew there were so many things he could go see and do in the house, but unless Mama or some other kind soul sucker was good enough to carry him to every little thing he wanted to explore, then he was good and stuck. Which he hated. A lot.

So, today, after thorough practice at the well carpeted and vacuumed library (once again my new favorite place), Michael is now happily crawling at home on our slightly more challenging hardwood floors. He's able to get into all his favorite spots, which include E.'s play kitchen (Did you know opening and closing cupboards is the best ever???), under the living room end table, the dog's food dish, because that kitty will take soooo much abuse.

For now, while he's still slow and maybe a tiny bit cautious, this whole crawling thing is the bomb. However, should you talk to me about it a couple of days from now, when he's faster and getting pretty bored, I'm kinda thinking I'll be ripping the hair out of my head.

Now to find the those plastic outlet plugs...