Stairs and moths
I saw Seth inspecting a moth beside my bedroom door, so with a puff I blew it under and out of his sight.
Because of my neck and head aches, I don't pick Seth up as much lately. When we leave the tv room, I say, "Let's go upstairs Seffie." He heads for the door and reaches for the knob (although he can't reach it yet.) One step at a time, he enthusiastically crawls upstairs.
This has been the year of the moths. We're still finding them here and there. So whenever Seth comes to a moth in a corner of a stair, he huffs and puffs, trying to blow it away.
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