Moving and eating
She pulls up to her feet quite a lot. She crawls military style all over and can go fast enough that I blink and she's behind a chair or coffee table out of sight.
When she's hungry, and I pour Cheerios out in front of her, she grabs a fist and stuffs them in, not quite the fist of Cheerios that Seth could pick up when he was a baby, but she's still young.
The pasty pureed chicken makes her gag, but she likes squash and plums and bananas. We had to take a break from the bananas though if you know what I mean.
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