I saw Phoebe crawl for the first time last night. Although, trying to pin the "first crawl" on any particular moment is ridiculous given that she approaches any milestone in tiny steps, one day going from sitting to knees, the next strengthening, one day experimentally moving her arms forward, the next working on scooting on her bottom. In the last day or so, she suddenly learned to get back onto her butt after falling onto her belly--that is truly the last link she was waiting for--no more calling for mom and dad because she's stuck face-down. Last night, she became truly mobile as she butt scooted around the room. Its odd, because she isn't crawling per se, you expect her to stay in a radius of place, but you would look back and forth and she would be in new places by leaps whose movement you couldn't quite see. But later, upstairs with more room and no distractions, she leaned forward from butt to hands and moved her hands forward alternatively, then actually moved each knee forward--though she involved her feet in the process in a yoga-like movement that I couldn't duplicate without lots of stretching and practice. I excitely yelled to Greg that she had crawled, but I'm not sure he believed me--its hard to believe she'd do something that monumental out of sight :)

I made enchiladas for the first time last night. I don't know what got into me yesterday, but I was on a roll. I felt good, I was motivated. I ended up cooking enchiladas, meatloaf and sauteeing eggplant. I wanted to have some good food in the fridge for this week. No eating out. The enchiladas were incredibly yummy. I don't think they fit in with my new desire to finally start excercising off baby weight and eating with more moderation, but live a little!  ¶ 7:40 AM