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Three-Card Margo

When pressed, most magicians will tell you that their tricks are illusions, mere slight-of-hand. If you can convince your audience to follow your left hand, it gives your right hand the opportunity to pull a switch. And that's the basic premise with hustlers when they get you to play Three-Card Monty or the shell game.

We was hustled.

For the past month, we've been writing posts on how Margo wants to crawl, and how she's got the techniques down, but just needs to put them together, and how she's taken one step, but doesn't know how to move her arms forward, so keels forward onto her face.

She was getting us to watch her proverbial left hand while her right hand got busy.

Donna heard a thud the other day during Margo's nap. She ran upstairs, thinking that she would find that Margo had fallen off the bed or flipped out of the co-sleeper or something like that. Turns out that Margo had pulled herself up to standing and was reaching over the edges of the co-sleeper and pulling things off of Donna's bedside table (the thud was an alarm clock being pulled off the shelf... boy time flies).

All this time, all these weeks of quasi-crawling, of rocking back and forth, of lulling us into a false sense that we had weeks left to baby-proof the house against crawling, only to end up standing... yeah, we was hustled. Hats off to you, daughter.


Honestly, it came from nowhere. Days ago, she was having trouble sitting up without falling over, and then she pulls herself up. That was one of the factors to moving her to her minimum security crib rather than the co-sleeper. I'll show you "is it magic, or an illusion?"

- Michel

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5:25 p.m. Blogger Tatij said…


It's so amazing how swiftly it escalates.

Are you going to give her a deck of cards and a one way ticket to Vegas? She'll have counting down in no time.    



11:17 p.m. Anonymous Anonymous said…


Oh you little sneak,Margo.
No telling what your next move is going to be.You seem to be doing things before maman and papa can figure it out first. That's progress,little girl.  
 



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