Stages

I love the stage that Penny is at. You know, the one where she can't do anything. I don't have to worry that she'll fall off the bed or down the stairs or stick her finger in an outlet. Not like the other kids. (Although, I do have to protect her from being carried around upside down by Peter--true story.) Actually, I love all the baby stages. When they can roll over onto their stomach and they are so proud of themselves and they do it over and over again. Only you have to keep coming and turning them back over because they get stuck on their stomach with their face in the floor and then they cry. But this beginning stage is so cute. Penny is like a little sack of potatoes only not so lumpy. She's also like a bobble head. She likes to try to lift her head and look around but her head is wobbling all over the place. I try to support her head but it's hard when she's so determined to look around and it is bobbling around so much.