Proud Crawler

It has finally happened.

First, a little back story.  A couple Thanksgivings ago, we were celebrating the holiday with my family in Montana.  My niece, who at the time was just a year old, was crawling and getting close to walking.  My mom's bedroom is just off the living room and has these French doors as the entrance to her room.  So my niece could go in to the room, and pull the doors shut with her little fingers, peek at us through the glass, and then come bursting out with the proudest crawl you've ever seen.  Head up, big smile and FAST.  It was adorable and hilarious.  Of course, if any of you know my family, there was lots of cheering and clapping too!

Our living room is set up with the love seat along one wall, and the couch along the wall perpendicular to that; in the corner is a rod-iron end table.  There's just enough space between the arm of the couch and the arm of the love seat for Miss Muffet to craw through and play under the table.  Just last night Miss Muffet discovered that she could crawl in there, so we put a few of her teddy bears in with her, and she managed to find an envelope that had fallen back there to play with.  When she is in her 'fort', we can't reach her very easily, so we have to bribe her to come out with her other fun toys (that we are having a ball playing with).  So last night after she had been back there playing for a while, she got to the 'entrance', waited for us to notice her and then came roaring out with the proudest crawl I've ever seen her do.  She was a spitting image of her cousin and reminded me of her so much.  I wish we could see you more often, my sweet niece, I miss you!