Emma's mastered the art of cruising - where a baby walks by supporting itself on furniture, walls etc. Between that and her crazy dragging-her-leg crawl, she's able to get about. What's strange to me though, is that whereas Michael was desperate to get into everything as soon as he was in any way mobile, emma doesn't seem too bothered about moving about the place.
She seems to enjoy doing this on the wooden flooring we've got in our hall and the piano room
Emma seems to do a primitive form of moshing, where she waves her head from side to side. Her hair makes her look like a bit of a rock goddess when she's doing it. This is me singing the passenger by iggy pop - really badly. Sounds like some kind of Buddhist mantra.
Emma's not been sleeping too well recently. As a result of which, she's often a bit sleepy at dinnertime - as demonstrated here where she's almost falling asleep eating corn on the cob.
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