Every day brings something new.
I have decided that food is wonderful and love practically everything mom has fed me. I would like to try more, though. At every opportunity, I dive towards the table and the food mom and dad are eating. I even reach for my sister's sippy cup of milk in the evening, but no one is willing to share.
I have two teeth now.
I'm can hold myself up on all fours and if mom or dad move my knees I'll even crawl short distances, but I still am more interested in rolling myself around than in crawling.
Even more, I like being stood up and walking towards things.
Bust mostly I like smiling, giggling, and playing until I'm all tuckered out.
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