Rhys woke up happy as could be, "singing" in her crib until I went to get her.
She had a gigantic breakfast....a whole waffle, an entire banana, and about half of my bowl of oatmeal. (that is A LOT of food for this tiny little girl!)
During Rhett's physical therapy session, she was very playful, and seemed to be "showing off." She was babbling non-stop, crawling, bending, squatting, reaching, and doing all the things that she knew would get her some attention. She would take a couple of steps and then sit down and clap for herself. Patti (Rhett's therapist) and I would laugh, and she would do it again.
While I was fixing dinner tonight, I heard the pitter patter of small feet on the tile. I looked to find Rhys walking across the kitchen! I think she probably took 7 or 8 steps each time before she would sit down.
Oh my, our lives will never be the same again. I'm trying to remember this is a good thing! Ha!
It was a big day indeed.