Well, she put her into her walker and - would you believe it - in less than three minutes, Little One zipped into the bedroom and grinned at me.She was able to navigate the living room, past the sofa and piano, past two other bedrooms and turned the corner into the room to find me.
Last week, I was told Little One was cranky and refused to go into the walker, refused to be amused by anything. She wanted to go towards the main door, and appeared to be waiting for me to come home. When I walked in, she let out a shriek of delight.
The burdens of the day get shed away ...
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