See You Next Fall

Sure enough, not 24 hours after posting about Mabel's perilous escalation of motion, she went ahead and launched herself off the bed in the guest room, landing on the floor between the side of the bed and the wall. Pops' panicked reaction probably caused her to freak out more than the fall itself, though her crying didn't last more than a couple seconds. All extremities and mental faculties were quickly assessed and judged intact, but as a precautionary measure, she was held out of the team portion of practice today and will be listed as probable for Monday's game at Denver.

She followed up that act with an explosion of movement today that can only be described as intense. No place - neither the changing table nor the bouncy seat, both of which are typically sanctuaries of relaxation - has been immune to Mabel's relentless rolling, ab crunching, kicking, and other assorted aerobics. Hopes remain high that she can tucker herself out before this afternoon's four hour car ride up to Grandma Joyce and Grandpa Dick's, lest that ride turn out to be eventful enough to warrant a blog post of its own. Please keep us in your prayers. Speaking of the proud grandparents, they haven't seen Mabel since Labor Day, and I'm here to tell you that they're in for some shock when they get a load of the chatty, active, one-and-a-quarter-stone infant whose blog has been delighting fans worldwide.

In other Mabel news, she's finally begun to enjoy the occasional nuk, though, keeping in spirit with her rugged individualism, Mabel has decided she enjoys the crunchy part best, as evidenced by the following photo.