We went for dinner at Grandma and Grandad's place and I had my first solo piano 'recital'. Dad propped me up on the stool and I sat up all by myself and banged the keys. I even decided to accompany myself with some 'singing'. Dad says it sounded a bit like 'spoken word jazz'.
After the music I spent a good deal of time learning to crawl on the nice soft carpet at grandma's place. At the house we're staying in at the moment we have wooden floors, so mum and dad took the opportunity to plonk me on the floor and test my crawling skills. I'm OK with the arms, it's just the legs that are causing a bit of a stumbling block. Literally. I keep one in front of me, and it's pretty hard to crawl with one leg in front...
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