If you live here and are less than three years old, this weekend is all about doing new stuff with your pink little body.
First and foremost, Genevieve closed out a busy day with what might have been her first forward crawling. I wasn't watching with full attention, but it appeared that, up on all fours, she shuffled her knees forward slightly and, without collapsing, got about six inches closer to a toy Julia had discarded. And then she stayed up, grabbed the toy, and jammed it into her drooly craw. We'll see if she follows up on this apparent progress on Sunday!
Second, Julia had a few unprecedented physical moments of her own yesterday at tumbling class. With no prompting, she got up on a low balance beam and made her way all the way along it, not even really caring that I wasn't helping. Then, even more shockingly, she ran away from me and just jumped right into the pit of foam cubes, not waiting for me to go in first (or for the kids already in the pit to, you know, get out of the way). I was impressed by these literal and figurative strides.
(Free bonus anecdote: on our way out of the garage for a walk, Julia paused to carefully lay several handkerchiefs (which I keep with my workout gear) over her foam-covered baseball bat. Why did she do this? Because everything that is, can be put to sleep, of course: "I have to put Bat to sweep, Daddy! Okay, he's sweeping now. Ni'-ni', Bat! Sweep tight!"