Growing up

My little girl is growing up.

The last week has been pretty eventful. On Monday, she started clapping. As of today, she's also officially crawling. She moved across the room in pursuit of a kitty crinkle toy - twice. It's not a very pretty crawl. I would describe it as a pseudo-army crawl with her toes dug into the carpet for that extra push forward. But it's crawling, nonetheless.

Then, this afternoon (when she was supposed to be napping) she started yelling and squealing really loud. We peeked in to check on her, and she was sitting up in the crib. She saw us, got a huge smile, and started bouncing up and down and clapping her hands. She was so proud of herself! (Of course, she continued to sit up and scream/squeal everytime we lay her back down in the crib - for the next hour and a half. Until we finally gave up and got her up).

Because of all this proficiency in sitting up in the crib, we finally had to lower the mattress.

All of these new "tricks" are so exciting and cute that I don't really think too much about how quickly she's growing up. But, for some reason, seeing the crib mattress in the lower position tonight makes me a little sad. Every time I peek into her room, it looks weird that she's so low to the ground. My little infant is going away, and a little person is taking her place! I can't believe she's going to be 10 months old on Sunday. I need to start planning her birthday party - Yikes! How fast time flies...