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I would walk five hundred miles…

Oz — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:26:14 +0000

Casey,

You walked a city block a few weeks ago. It was insane. Not just any city block, one of the long Richmond blocks. You walked from Fulton to Cabrillo all on your own, and you got pissed that we didn’t let you walk further.

Why didn’t we?

Well, it took you 20 minutes to walk that block. Let me elucidate here:

Your legs are little. You take teensy steps that are cute and adorable but aren’t exactly fast transport
You are experiencing so much as new, you want to look at everything. And point at everything. And smell everything. And touch everything. Including things you shouldn’t touch.
You didn’t realize we had a destination, so you backtracked, a lot. It was cute at first. Really, it was.
You apparently really want to break into other people’s homes, and kept on trying to climb up to their front door. This is troubling - please do not become a criminal in the future.

The videographic evidence:

And here she is…

Oz — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 06:11:56 +0000

Casey,

Please, I dare you to say you don’t look proud of yourself as you’ve managed to stand up on your own in your crib.

Also, you’re very welcome for this incriminating picture of you in your pajamas.

-Oz

Casey Standing (at 8 months)

Rasberries

Oz — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 04:42:11 +0000

It’s pretty amusing watching you slowly develop, Casey. The most interesting thing about it probably has to do with the fact that you’ve done so much in such a non-chalant manner. One day you need someone to hold your head up, the next you can hold it up all on your own as if that were always the case.

You never seem to even make a to do about it.

Today, you started mimicking our sounds. Before, you would make faces at us: smile back at us, stick your tongue out back at us, whatever random contortions we would make you would try to approximate as best as you could (and many of them were done spot on!).

Today through, you learned two noises: “ffffft” (a fricative noise), and “pphhhbbbt”, the rasberry. We blew a rasberry, you blew one right back. Back and forth, we did this several times and you seem to be amused by this particular game.

Your next trick will eventually be actually putting your thumb in your mouth, I’m guessing. Right now you seem contented with your index finger and thumb, or sometimes pretty much your entire fist. You also seem to have learned how to scoot around on your tummy a little better than I feel comfortable with.

Just don’t start playing with daddy’s computer.
-Oz