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Willow is opening doors

Willow has been opening doors.
Literally.
She's been closing doors for a while now, but on Wednesday, she waddled into the guest bedroom and shut the door behind her ... then she opened it.
I was going to retrieve her from the room, and I saw the handle on the door turn downward, and the door opened a crack, then a lot, as Willow peered out and smiled. I can't rightly say if her smile was mischievous or proud, but I fear it was mischievous.
She then closed the door. And opened it. Then closed it. And opened it. And so on. For a long, long time. See the video below.
Before long, she was closing and opening doors all over the house.
And on Thursday, she turned her newfound talent into lengthy practice sessions. Again at the guest bedroom door, she closed and opened it for minutes at a time before taking a break to play with a toy then returning to close and open and close and open. She did this for longer than an hour (I was fine with the closing and opening because it gave me a break from playing with her).
Yes, our little girl just continues to grow.
Here are other accomplishments:
  • She can walk and keep her balance on the big and teetering see-saw at Gymbo's.
  • She can rock herself in every rocker she comes across.
  • She's starting to use a spoon to feed herself, though not very efficiently.
  • She's napping less and less (luckily for me, she doesn't fight the naps with crying and such, but she'll just lie in her crib playing if she doesn't want to sleep).
  • She's now a master at crawling through tunnels, and she's starting to climb on things, like our couch and up steps and over pillows and such.
  • She can point at her nose, her ear, wipe her mouth, clean her tray, hand me things, point at Baby and point at Duckie, all on cue. She also points at her diaper when we announce we're going to change it.
  • Willow is very helpful. As noted, she likes to hand me things when I ask for them (or don't ask for them), and she likes to push things such as her highchair and her toys back into place at home and at Gymbo's (she's the only kiddo who does this there).
As the days fly by, I'm sure Willow will keep opening doors, literally and figuratively.

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