Hadley is quite mobile now. She's become a crawling pro, and thoroughly enjoys pulling herself up on any and all surfaces, which has resulted in a few accidents already. (She's got a tough skull, don't worry.) Every decorative item holds interest, especially the fake trees and bushes. "Why, look at that lovely pot full of bark or moss! I will snatch some!"
She's also a crumb-snatching professional. She's amazing at managing to find anything. The floor can look spanky-clean and she'll find the one speck of a leaf or food and pick it up. It's great because she doesn't actually put things in her mouth; she just sits there evaluating it.
You can tell when she has something, she sits there very still with her head down, mulling over what she found. When you say "Haddy!" she'll squawk, start quivering, and flap her arms up and down in order to prevent you from taking it away.
She loves dancing to music, especially from her beloved NFL commercials. Right now while I'm typing (I'm actually turning my head to watch her, standing by an unsteady table, while I'm typing with my hands--thank God for my high school tech classes) she's standing on her tiptoes and shaking her little diaper butt to Rihanna. We were listening to Elton John earlier and she got the biggest smile on her little face.
I wish you all could see her right now. She's bouncing up and down while she's sitting on the floor to the new song: "Sour Cherry" by The Kills. And she absolutely loves the '90s techno song "Born to Be Alive". She likes strong beats and dance songs. It's hilarious to watch.
Well, I gotta go--I see she has now found a miniscule piece of a french fry from who knows how long ago. That is disgusting, Hadley!
