Mobility tooter

She has mastered stairs. She is drawn to them like moth to flame and if you take your eye of her she slowly ascends them. Podgy ankle, podgy arm in turn moving up each step - and once she realises she has been spotted she shoots into a gurning overdrive to try and get out of your reach. Luckily even propelled by her most gurning energy she moves very slowly. But every time you pick her up and put her to the bottom of the stairs or in another room, it is only a matter of time before the dance starts again. The plonker.

Happily, I think the stairs have distracted her from other forms of movement so she remains a shuffler and occasional crawler but alongside the stair addiction has come a renewed capacity to eat. Pasta, egg, fried potatoes - in it goes. With her dextrous fingers she shovels it in. Alas, even though she is eating more than ever her sleeping is a little less than optimal which is a bit shattering but the last couple of nights have been an improvement. A slight one. Maybe.

Aside from the modest developments, she remains a delightful third child, wiling away her time channeling the Dalai Lama and being a well tempered bean.

And here is the proof.