Today, Mum took me to the doctor. The nice nurses gave me a big fish for my trouble. You can see me here wearing Mum's cardigan.... that's because I did a wee on my shirt (don't ask) and would otherwise have been naked from the waist up (since someone didn't pack me a replacement shirt).
The doctor was not at all worried about my toothlessness nor my butt-shuffling (Mum nearly cried with relief -- she didn't know until that moment how much my non-stomach-crawling had troubled her!). The lovely doctor also had some encouraging things to say about my fine motor skills and my 'talking', so hopefully that means the pressure's off and I can do whatever I want. Right? I should have asked the doctor to tell Mum that its also perfectly fine for me to touch the treadmill...
A glorious photo Em. And I am very happy that your Mum is not worried anymore about your development. I think you are doing wonderfully. I just love the way you scoot around on your bottom
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