she is MOBILE!

oh, the horror. Suddenly there are death traps at every turn. This morning she very cheerfully scooted off the bed (not so fast...we sleep on the floor to thwart head trauma) and lay with her head propped on the mattress, chewing something. She looked like Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer, lazing in the grass with a stalk of wheat between her teeth. Only upon closer inspection it was an electrical cord, plugged right into that gummy little mouth of hers.

We've been working on her, laying her down on her belly and putting things out of reach, then watching her turn red and flop around, grunting, then whining from the frustration. Then we walked to the holy tree at the hospital, the tree with long roots dangling from the uppermost branches like the gnarled beard hairs of an ancient monk. We found a place clear of the strange little fruits it sheds, something between a plum and a fig and small enough to choke on, and sat down to relax. Edie sat scraping her hands on the rough grass (it feels like astroturf here - it's gotta be tough in order to survive the weather) for a while, then crawled over to where Kenneth held out a dinosaur book. Wait, crawled? Yes. CRAWLED.

And because we haven't taken any pictures down here yet, I present you with some from Leann's camera, taken a couple of days before we left Seattle for LA.