Tired

Amelia is super over this baby thing.  She's ten months old and refuses to believe crawling is something babies do, preferring to scoot on her rear until she gets to something she can pull up on.  She watches Lucy run and eat and play with a distinct air of frustration.  She screeches with joy whenever we go outside and giggles when she gets hemoglobin pricks in her finger.

I was planning on taking my family winter backpacking from rim to rim in the Grand Canyon when the girls were teenagers, but it may have to happen next week.