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Esther has entered her locomotive phase. Like the governmental digital service, her abilities are being developed in an agile, iterative sense rather than via waterfall methodology. If you can make head or tail of that last sentence that the civil service needs you. Now. She is a most excellent backward shuffler, she is a sort anti-escape artist as she starts off unencumbered and in open space and then slowly she sets off backwards into ever smaller spaces; into the corner of rooms, under chairs, under beds and sodas, until she can't get any further back and the penny drops. She is stuck. Gladly, she has an excellent policy response to extricate herself - scream and shout until one of her parents comes to the rescue which they by and large do. The bum shuffling remains slightly awkward but there are signs that the shuffle might be supplanted by a fully fledged crawl but it is yet to emerge from the ether.
Locomotion aside she has also entered her devilish phase. Those smug missives that praised her sleeping have fallen into obsolescence, as her sleep has fallen into the most serious disrepair. While she can be persuaded to go down initially, come the midnight hour she is transformed into a baby banshee uncowed by parental intervention aside from the generous application of maternal boob. Which is lovely I'm sure, just not for her mother or father who have been reduced to sprandled gnomes. Please Esther, remember how to sleep. For all our sakes.
She is also getting increasingly chatty. By chatty I mean very very shouty. Shrieking and shouting at pretty much every moment of the day trying to express those primordial thoughts that are beginning to form in her head. Nancy swears blind that Esther can basically already talk, having heard Esther, apparently say, "Roald Dahl" but I think this might be far fetched. It is rather charming though as she has a rather lovely range of noses of all different pitches. I sense, that like her sister, once she starts she isn't going to stop. Which will be rather lovely.
And as you can see. She remains something of a pudding. A most delightful pudding.
Locomotion aside she has also entered her devilish phase. Those smug missives that praised her sleeping have fallen into obsolescence, as her sleep has fallen into the most serious disrepair. While she can be persuaded to go down initially, come the midnight hour she is transformed into a baby banshee uncowed by parental intervention aside from the generous application of maternal boob. Which is lovely I'm sure, just not for her mother or father who have been reduced to sprandled gnomes. Please Esther, remember how to sleep. For all our sakes.
She is also getting increasingly chatty. By chatty I mean very very shouty. Shrieking and shouting at pretty much every moment of the day trying to express those primordial thoughts that are beginning to form in her head. Nancy swears blind that Esther can basically already talk, having heard Esther, apparently say, "Roald Dahl" but I think this might be far fetched. It is rather charming though as she has a rather lovely range of noses of all different pitches. I sense, that like her sister, once she starts she isn't going to stop. Which will be rather lovely.
And as you can see. She remains something of a pudding. A most delightful pudding.
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