Reaching

Before Moriah was born, a dear (and generous!) friend gave us a swing for her.  It was quite a bit nicer than the swing we had used for all four boys, so we happily left our old swing in the basement of my parents' house and used the new one for Moriah.  I had intended to pass the old one along to someone who could use it; but, as sometimes happens, I never got around to it--a very fortunate instance of procrastination because, after months of using it, the new swing broke (and was fixed by Jeff, and then broke again), and we were glad to have the old swing to fall back on.  Jeff rigged it up so that the new seat, which was shaped and padded better than the old one, could fit into the old swing; and thanks to his ingenuity, Moriah is able to continue to enjoy time in the swing.

I say all of that to say this: the old swing has four dangling stuffed animals above the seat, and I've had fun watching Moriah reach for those little animals during the past couple of weeks.  It took her a while to get the coordination to grasp one, but now she can do it.

 I see her reaching for those faces above her, and I get a little nostalgic, thinking about the other things she'll reach for as she grows up.

Like, the stars...

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Since everyone's talking about it, I'll go ahead and mention that this superstorm Sandy has been kind to us, only giving us some rain and some winds, but nothing too damaging or threatening.  We're prepared as best as we can be for whatever comes our way, including a power outage, but so far, it's been mild enough to not cause any major concern where we are.  Now, if only the temperature would drop a few degrees so we could get some snow out of this!  ;-)