Possible inheritor of the anti-klutz gene
Last night, as I got ready for bed, exchanging my contacts for glasses and covering my face in a smattering of zit cream, I heard Addy coming my way. I could hear the “blop, blop” of her little feet as she slammed them to the ground in a rudimentary effort to walk, her proud giggles echoing down the hallway.
I peeked my head out the doorway to catch a glimpse of her stumbling towards me. But all that came into my frame of view was her belly-flopping around the corner as she tumbled to the ground, unfazed and smiling. As always, she pushed herself right back up and got back to walking.
Addy is 10-1/2-months-old and has pretty much given up crawling. I hope this means she’s inherited Joey’s athletic prowess instead of my extreme lack of coordination.
She is so cute!!
WOW! That is too much. Weren't you just plunking her on the kitchen counter like 5 minutes ago?!