Though Myrna is neither walking nor crawling yet, she doesn't let that keep her out of trouble. She's beginning to push up on her back legs and lunge forward, but most of her mobility comes about through rolling, rotating, and rolling again. Where before it seemed like uncontrolled motion, now she's picking target destinations, and reaching them in seconds.
This is pretty exciting, and means that she's getting better at entertaining herself, but it also demands closer supervision. Left to her own devices, she's quickly ripping through magazines, yanking on power cords, gnawing on furniture, and rooting through the disgusting fuzz under the rug. As a result, about every three minutes I have to snatch her away from some mischievous project and re-situate her in the middle of the room.
Yesterday brought a whole new temptation, though. A particularly hot, humid day, we'd set up an electric fan for the first time since arriving in Freiburg. Myrna has long had a fascination with fans, but this is the first time she's been able to do something about it.
I worked on a crossword puzzle while Myrna played with her toys on her quilt, but figured it'd be no time before she'd knocked the fan over. She didn't seem too interested, though, and kept to her caterpillar and lion. After a couple minutes, she was rolling about with the caterpillar and, this being a small room, landed in close proximity of the fan. I set down the puzzle to monitor things, but she seemed almost oblivious to the fan. I returned to my puzzle. A minute later she was staring intently at the fan but, noticing that I was watching, she smiled and returned to her caterpillar. When I looked up a moment later, of course, she had her fingers wrapped through the fan's mesh guard. So much for climate control...