Daddy was right

She's almost there! Last night I put Kira down on her blanket on one end of the living room and settled in to watch a new episode of "Lost." A few minutes later, I realized that her babbling was awfully close to my feet...sure enough, she was right beside me! I put her back at the other end and watched her get up on all 4s, push up onto her tippy toes and inch across the floor. About halfway, she got tired, layed her cheek on the carpet and then pushed up to try again. This time, she furrowed her brow, raised her left eyebrow onto her forehead (just like her daddy) and deliberately hiked her leg up and forward! Woohoo! Now if she could just figure out how to lift her hand up without tipping over, we'd have a real crawl!
After so much activity and "performing" to our enthusisatic cheers last night, I fed her and put her down in her crib for the night. Not 30 minutes later, I hear a terrifying scream from the nursery...I rush to the scene, take a good head to toe look and find nothing wrong. We walk, we rock, we bounce around, but still she screams. Daddy comes rushing downstairs to investigate. We give her "the cocktail"...saline drops (with a good snot sucking to follow), baby tylenol, a dose of baby gas drops, and a good burp and a back rub. Still she screams, only now it's more of a breathless sobbing. Mommy says she has a cold, daddy says she has gas. We walk, we rock, we bounce around...and we look in the mirror. She spots herself crying and she stops momentarily before letting out a shriek and a wail. And still she screams. It is now an hour since the sobbing began. Suddenly, without warning...BUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPP! She looks at me, she looks at daddy...and the screaming turns into a steady cry. And again...BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPPP! I lay her down on the bed and begin to rub her tummy like the massage therapist suggests for gas pains. She stops crying and looks at me sadly while she tries to catch her breath. And then, Kira lifts her legs right up in the air and out comes the gas! In little bursts and accompanied by the tinyest sighs from the once sobbing baby, the toots are massaged right out with each circle I make on her tummy. Ahhhhhhh! Relief!
Like nothing ever happened, Kira rolls over and wants to play. Daddy goes back up the stairs. Mommy collapses in a tired heap. What a night. Looks like daddy was right!