School has started! I am quickly learning the limitations of fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants teaching style.
It sucks. Time to get organized.
On Tuesdays and Wednesdays, I will be teaching a physics lab at Duquesne University. When I returned home last night, I found my wife and brother-in-law's girlfriend sitting on the floor in the living room studying for a test that the latter is going to take tomorrow. My brother-in-law and daughter were nowhere to be found.
I sat down at the computer quietly and began doing...things... (I don't remember, but it was probably wasting time.) I hear the door open and I look over my should to find a tiny gap-toothed mouth smiling at me from 3 inches away. My brother-in-law had taken Harper for a walk and she was excited and hyper!
As I'm sure you can see from the videos that I've posted (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ra_zuwf4bI0) that the little baby has started walking/running around the house.
She is not crawling at all anymore. When she falls down, she immediately stands back up and keeps walking.
When she was put on the ground last night, she screeched in joy, toddled over to my wife, patted her on the knee and proceeded to walk in circles around my living room, going until she found a wall, then turning around and walking back. She giggled the entire way.
When she first started walking, people said "Oh man, are you ever in trouble!" I thought "Nah! This is great! Now she can follow us around and that will be adorable!"
It is adorable!
It's also terrifying.
Two nights ago, I had followed the Great Wanderer into our bedroom and lay on our bed as she paced our room. To my horror, I watched walk over to my wife's night table, pick up her glasses, turn around, walk over and, very deliberately, place them behind the dresser, where they fell about 16 inches into a crack between two pieces of furniture.
She then looked and me, giggled and ran out of the room.
I'm moving everything I own into a box and gluing it to the ceiling.