Froggie

Today we went to Gran Gran's house to discuss her 80th birthday party we are having at our house on Sunday and to eat lunch.

Gran Gran babysat Barrett (or maybe it was the other way around) while Fisher and I went to order her cake. I could have gotten her a really pretty flower cake, but there was one there waiting to be picked up that was too cute. I ended up going cute instead of fancy. I can't wait to see it, and I know she'll love it!

Fisher and I went to pick up Gran Gran's meatball sub, and then we went back to play and eat.

Barrett had Gran Gran on the floor with plastic eggs, random nativity figurines, and some tractors. He was having a blast. He told me and Fisher to leave until Gran Gran said she wanted us to stay.

While we ate, Fisher was on the living room floor. He apparently really wanted one of the eggs because he made it across the room to get to it!

It wasn't as much crawling as it was frog hopping.

He would get on his knees and hands, stick his butt in the air, start rocking back and forth, and then hop forward.

He hopped all over the place.

By the time we left, his hopping was looking a lot more like crawling.

It looks like this is going to happen even faster than I was already dreading.