Sit, Emmie, sit

Of course I can't catch it on camera without letting her fall over and bonk her head on the hardwood, but Emmie can sit unassisted for several seconds now.

Yesterday she surpassed her own personal best of eight seconds by sitting for a whopping 10 seconds. She was even able to bend over forward at the waist and then right herself again.

Of course she might have been able to sit up three weeks ago for all I know, but I never had her try.

The difference between the first and second child is the first gets undivided attention and you have all day to amuse him and work with him on things. The second child? Well she gets held all the time because it's easier to deflect wayward flailing feet and incoming toy missles. The only reason I even tried to see if she could do it is because I read in my archives that Jack was able to do it at this age.

I keep saying that once Emmie can sit up, it'll be so much better. She'll be able to amuse herself and play with toys and have a better view of her brother. I don't particularly want her to crawl or walk -- too much work for me to chase her and don't even get me started on the battles that will be fought over the Diego car and the Legos.

So for now, I am content to see her teetering like a sorority girl throwing back her fourth wine cooler.