So I went up the mountain for work this past Tuesday. Yes, we actually say I am going "up the mountain." It almost has a pilgrimage sound to it..."And behold, he journeyed 'up the mountain' and the stars looked down upon him and the research was good." Anyway, I came back down on Friday and, lo, what did befuddle me greatly but the Hattie Patters doing this.
Everyone start wearing socks, Hattie is almost a mobile ankle-biter. On Tuesday she was an inadvertent roller/flopper. Now she is almost crawling and deliberately rolls until she gets where she want to go. I am afraid to go back up the mountain again. Who knows, maybe the next time I come down she will be almost walking! Now nothing is safe. Everything in our house just gained two feet of elevation.