Going for a walk doesn't mean carrying or pushing this little tyke anymore. He wants to walk himself (he still needs to hold on to at least one of mum or dad's hands) and then as soon as something interesting comes along (sand, seaweed, shells, stones....) he plops right down on his butt for closer examination. WHAT A FUN AGE!!!
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Posted by ramblin'andie at 9:31 pm
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