A few times I've put her in the jumper, but she doesn't really stay contained for very long without whining to get out. So today, I decided what the heck? She's eight months old. She can eat pollen strings from our trees!
She had a great time. We played with Andrew's rocket launcher for a bit and then we girls were going to go back in and leave Andrew outside to play a little longer. Well, she wasn't very happy about that. She wanted to play!
So I decided to let her try the swing.
She loved it while Andrew was pushing her.
But then he ran off and she got scared.
I tried to lean her back and she cried.
Like a I'm really scared here and want to hold on cry.
And I can't tell you how foreign this was to me. I cannot ever remember a time that Andrew has cried out of fear. I'm sure he's been scared of something, but never enough to cry about it.
Is this a boy thing? Is this an adventurous wild child thing? I don't know. But I think Caroline's going to be different.
Even if I did find her crawling up the stairs yesterday.