July 25, 2010 - Nothing But a Butt View

I remember the days when I could lay Georgia down on her back, and she would just lie there so innocently and play with her toys. I could step into the next room for a second and then return, and there she would be still playing with her toys. She would smile up at me, wanting to be held. We were the center of her world.

Now, instead of a smiling face, I just get the butt view:

Georgia crawling away from me, exploring the world on her own. Oh yeah, and crawling toward her beloved air conditioner vent.