Army crawling for a month. Regular crawling for a week and nothing can stop her now. Last weekend, BANG, on her nine-month birthday, Crazy Miss Maizey crossed over to the dark side. Will and I fear for our sanity. And our marriage.
Refreshment following a hard day's explore.
She's not walking but pulls herself up on anything and everything - my leg, Kip's ears, the toilet - and when you redirect her she delivers an eardrum piercing howl.
We are feverishly baby-proofing the house.
Not to worry though. She's a great helper. Today's example? While I was installing the cabinet locks, she crawled into the cabinet and pulled out the toaster. On Monday, she started climbing the stairs.
Where-o-where did our lovely little angel go? *sigh*
