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Our little explorer

She's not crawling yet, but our little girl has become quite the explorer.
It's not pretty, but she's learned to scooch and roll all over the living room, and she does it BACKWARD to boot.
Yep, she's a backward scoocher.
Her backwardness isn't on purpose, though. She has every intention of going forward, but when she lifts her heinie in an attempt to crawl forward, her feet fly backward, which thrusts her body a couple of inches in that direction.
But she gets places, even if she can't see where she's going.
This morning, she proved the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. She scooched backward until she was at the side of the TV stand. There she discovered the "Sex and the City" series box, knocked it on its side and started gumming on it. She drooled all over that show much like Mommy does. And just like I have to do with Mommy, I had to take the show away when the drooling simply became too much.
She then scooched her way around the TV stand to a pile of Christmas presents. I can't name the gifts, obviously, but I can tell you that Willow gave her whole-hearted (or shall I say, "whole-gummed") approval of the gifts.
I'm sure Willow will keep up her adventures, and I know she'll be up on hands and knees soon. But I don't think she's in any hurry; she seems to be enjoying the journey.

P.S. Cherish and I hope everyone enjoys their gifts. Please consider any baby slobber on them an added bonus, a gift from Willow.

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