I stand. Constantly. Dad had to lower the crib mattress already.
I have to be on the move. There is no sitting still.
I try to walk between the couch, ottoman, and coffee table.
I chat with lots of stories and an occasional "da-da" and "ma-ma."
I fight taking naps because I don't want to miss anything.
I have nearly mastered my pincer grab.
I try new solid foods all the time.
I went on my first overnight trip out of town with Mom and Dad to Williamsburg.
I went to the splash pad for the first time.
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