tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752216546373386375.post-19587116234657138982008-05-08T18:55:00.004-06:002008-05-08T19:07:42.955-06:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XB1HYkg88Sc/SCOjAPPYpEI/AAAAAAAAAow/XTrnhhxbCu4/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198177619402073154" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XB1HYkg88Sc/SCOjAPPYpEI/AAAAAAAAAow/XTrnhhxbCu4/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Where, oh where, has my baby gone? I now have a full-fledged toddler living with me. Walking and running still top the agenda, but now more complex movements have become the norm. When he crosses a room, he'll squat to pick up an interesting toy. Soon I fear he’ll be ambitious enough to figure out how to push a chair over to the kitchen counter so he can climb up for a better look — all the more reason to make sure my house is as childproof as it can be. Rayce is changing and growing at such a fast pace some days I feel, I just can’t keep up. It’s pure craziness. Lord help me get through toddler hood, I need you like never before!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/62/460B7AF2973120F6F00C73A2861BC377.png" /></a>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14085542095463571376noreply@blogger.com