I’m taking advantage of the fact that Hazel likes to both repeat and contradict anything I say. So a lot of our conversations lately have been: Me: Hazel, you’re the best! Hazel: No, you’re the best Daddy! Me (louder): Hazel, you’re the best! Hazel (louder also): No, you’re the best! …
The little guy isn’t crawling yet but we have definite forward momentum if you give him something to reach for.
Sam is struggling to move now. He can roll over from front to back to front to back without much difficulty and he can get his knees under his belly. Now he’s trying to figure out how to propel himself forward. I’m NOT looking forward to this.
One dark night the Gruffalo’s child disobeys her father’s warnings and ventures out into the snow.
After all, the Big Bad Mouse doesn’t really exist . . .
Does he?
