Bipedal ish

Toots is has almost mastered walking and will likely fail to beat Nancy's record of not walking until 18 months. After becoming ambidextrous, being able to switch seeminglessly between the mighty bum-shuffle and a slightly cack handed crawl, walking almost feels like an evolutionary step backward. However, she is learning, with each step iterating her bipedal future like our digital overlords.

At the moment she can stagger forward but on seeing anyone too near she is overcome by pure joy and the necessary control needed to manage both feet, her balance and sense of poise is immediately lost and she is sent spiralling to the ground, fall broken only by her fleshy bottom.

It won't be too long before any loose claims she has to still being a baby are replaced by a new phase, a phase wherein she becomes a toddler. Let God have mercy on us all.

Happily, to offset this locomotive development she remains steadfastly quiet - by 18 months she is meant to have 20 words she can deploy but barring an astounding spurt over the next few weeks she will miss this target with real flare. Happily she can still point to what she wants and while she doesn't speak her silence is tempered by the fact she can understand plenty and is so delightfully mild and calm, she is is is is the new Dalai Lama or form of cosmic higher bean.


And of course she's the sweetest Rodney PLonker you ever did see...







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