They Called Our Number

Our church has this great system of alerting parents when their children need them. When you drop off a kid in the Sunday school room, you get a number and then there is a board in our sanctuaary that lights up with your number if your child needs you. This past Sunday, they called our number. We've only been called out once before, when they couldn't get Ruthie to go to sleep and she was fussing. I went that time, rocked and snuggled her and then put her down with her pacifier, and thankfully, she went to sleep.

This Sunday when they called our number, it was before service had even started. What could already be wrong? So Ian headed back to her room, to see what was up. When he got there, he was promptly informed that she was being moved out of the newborn class and into the crawlers. Apparently, our church has the policy that if your baby crawls off the play-mat that is in the center of the newborn room, then they get promoted. And they take that policy seriously, because then and there Ian had to take her to the crawler room.

She looked so little to be going to that room but she seemed just fine with the change. It felt very abrupt for me - I didn't even have a chance to hum to her Pomp and Circumstance! But I guess that's for the best; better save my weepy nostalgia for a real graduation. =)

Anyway, Ruthie is obviously making great strides in her crawling. I wouldn't say she officially does it yet, but she has lots of purposeful movement and can cross the room, just by crawling and scooting.

She's also been working on her sitting up, and as you can tell by this photo, she's quite proud of that, too.

Bum, buda-bum-bah-dum, ba, buda-bum buh..