It's been over a week since our last post, which is good because it means there's more to tell. Laurel still isn't crawling. It doesn't seem like she ever will. I don't say that to be self defeating, it just seems like she doesn't want to crawl. I've never seen anyone so content to be in the spot she's in. I will try to tempt her by moving an exciting toy slightly out of reach, she'll look at the toy and then look at me as if to say, "no thanks, I'm not in the mood." Then she'll settle down into her little piece of the carpet and play with whatever is at hand, even if it's just her own foot.

The progress we have made this week: she waves to anyone and everyone, she claps and makes an "ay" sound (we think this means yay...but we're partial to thinking Laurel is a genius too), she's also started eating more variety of solid foods, including fruit puffs. (Which is dangerous because as the Dorman's will remember...Jon likes them too.) We certainly can't afford to buy enough fruit puffs to feed them both.

She actually just started eating them last night. But she started with a bang. She still won't put them in her mouth herself, but if I'm holding one anywhere in her visual area she will find a way to get it in her mouth. (This is how I found out she really liked them) I had given her a couple of broken pieces to see if she liked them. I was sitting there next to her with one in my hand, not really paying attention and all of the sudden she nose-dived into my hand and ate it the whole fruit puff. I guess they really do tell you when they're ready to move into different foods!

She's also got a new game she plays. She will make two little fists and then scrunch her face up and tense up her body. Then she'll release all the tension, smile big and wait for you to laugh and mimic her. This will last pretty much as long as you let it. It had Jon and I laughing at the dinner table for quite a while. I'm not sure what you call this game, but I found out it's good for releasing tension.

Oh, and of course the biggest event of the week...drum roll please. Laurel now sleeps through the night...in her crib...alone. I never thought that would happen. (Well, actually I didn't want it to happen) You'd think I'd have slept very well this week, but instead I just sit and wait for her to make noise. But she doesn't. So I spend all night turning the sound up on the monitor to hear her breathing. (Of course when you do that, it's so sensitive it picks up everything) I about had heart a heart attack when the dog layed down on the ground in the living room...it sounded like an earthquake. After that I turned down the volume a little.