Peanut now really does stand up everywhere, and she’s toying with letting go to stand solo — but not quite there yet.
We’ve come a long way since this, when she first mysteriously appeared under my feet. The appearances have lost their mystery.
Comment by Erin
August 10, 2005 @ 10:16 pm
I remember (fondly) the brief time that I could place my daughter on a blanket on the living room floor, and expect to find her right where I left her upon my return. Boy, do I miss those times…
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