+*+Gloria is walking. Everywhere. She's been taking a few steps here and there for a couple of months now, but it's like this week something clicked in her giant baby brain and she just started sprinting around. Like a drunk, mind you, with a lot of face planting on the floor, but still.
The most dangerous aspect of this new development is when you're trying to eat something that she wants (which is everything). If I want to have a snack, I have to place her in the farthest corner of the kitchen, then sprint back into the living room and stuff my face. If I'm not finished eating by the time she waddles up to me (a time that is constantly decreasing), I have to share. And I hate sharing.
The bright side, though, is that she mostly entertains herself now. Right now she's walking back and forth from kitchen sink to living room couch, carrying a bag of paint rollers she found on a stand.+-
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(This post edited by Gloria's slappy hands on my lap top number pad.)
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