The temptation to move about was in you within weeks after birth. First there was frustration, from seeing others move, and your own inability to get anywhere. Then you started rolling like a hot dog, which son was replaced by an amphibian-like move which was a mix of swimming and sliding on the ground.
Two weeks ago, true crawling efforts became obvious. And last week, the crawl master Echo declared her freedom to go anywhere her heart desired, each day adding more milage to her expeditions. Now we have to remember to keep the door to the basement closed, because the curious little you want to go there too.
Your wish to stand up on your feet is manifesting itself stronger than ever. When I attempt to sit you on the floor, you're pushing the ground strongly with your little feet, and are working hard to pull yourself up. With some fine tuning, standing up is in the near future. One of your favorite places to run off to, is the dollhouse in Zoe's room, with all the tiny colorful objects, so tempting to chew on and choke. So we are all vigilant when you get there. Including Zoe.
Love, Mommy.
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