Willow is getting around

But Daddy, there aren't any DVDs in this drawer.

Oh, yes! I love helping Daddy organize his DVDs.

I'm mostly to blame for the mess in the picture on the left, but Willow contributed.

She's not a champion crawler yet, but she's starting to get around, mostly by a short crawl then lunge or by rolling around and pulling.

So while I was cleaning the living room the other day, she rolled herself over to the pile of DVDs, CDs and books I'd started to compile to move upstairs. She'd started to pull them from their TV-stand shelves, you see. Once she reached the pile, she pulled it down and scattered it around, then she rolled all over it, chewing this and gumming that, throwing this and bending that. With a watchful eye, I let her play.

Before long, it was time for me to dust in the nursery, so I moved to the floor there and gave her some toys while I started to dust. She immediately realized playing in the pile o' media was much more fun than the little squeakers I gave her, and she let out a series of choking cries.

I played with her a bit, and that seemed to calm her down. She pulled herself over to the chest of drawers and pulled open one of the drawers (this was her first drawer-opening in her life). She quickly discovered the drawer contained no DVDs or CDs, and the choking cries returned (see picture on right).

As Willow hones her crawling and moving about, I know one thing's for sure: I'm going to be hearing those cries a lot more in the coming months.

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