I've just re-read this after her indoors said it was a bit spank, and having re-read it, I'm inclined to agree. I blame the overly rapid expansion of my media empire and it won't happen again. Apologies all round.
The Commandanté is thriving. The tentative movement reported last month has given forth to a torrent of unending crawling. She crosses rooms with ease, in cafés where Nancy would remain dormant by our side Esther sets off by herself without looking back. And whilst the bottom shuffle was a most glorious thing the crawl is also a delight. Having never seen a fully articulated crawl before, seeing Esther crawl around with her sausagey limbs does indeed make your heart sing.
However, this phase might be outrageously short lived as she is not content with crawling. She is wanting to walk and soon. In recent days she has started to pull herself aloft onto those splendidly chuddy legs and whilst this causes massive frustration as once aloft she is pinned to the spot no longer able to move at all is rather joyous to behold.
Esther is not content with pulling herself up on sofas or trunks or stools, instead she has a more ambitious aim, to stand independently in the middle of rooms. This pioneering approach means a ridiculous number of convoluted bodily positions all of which seem moments away from baby catastrophe. However, she is a determined beast. Determined with a capital d and probably by Christmas she will be striding round the house causing masses of trouble by pulling bottles of racks and doing all those other things that Nancy never ever did but Esther seems genetically programmed to do. And quite how Nancy will manage, Lord alone knows. Like the South China sea there could be serious escalation in tensions.
And she remains wondrous. Wide-eyed and stonking.
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| Crackered |
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| The next Hemingway? |
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| She did once have wrists. Promise |
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| Okkergokker porn |
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| Chicken head. It's no colander, but it's a start |
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| Floored |
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