So many plans.
About 10% accomplished, which still felt like a lot of course.
I learned how to sew. Kind of.
But the kid cut a new tooth - first of the uppers! And busted out a cross-room walk in time to show off for a few people there to witness. She's been taking a tentative step or two for awhile now. This was sustained enough for Rob and I to decided it counts as her "first." So there you have, a chompier walker is now among us.
Though she crawled like a bat of hell last night. She won't know it, but she'll abandon that method of transport soon. I chalk up the tear to a good-bye of sorts.