She might not be able to crawl yet, but she will figure out how to get where she wants to go when she wants it bad enough. Poor Deuce. She just threw herself on him. (This is what she does when I sit her in front of me and she wants to get in my lap). I can't help but laugh at this every time I see it. It never gets old.
Thankfully, she hasn't done this when there wasn't the bed or my lap to catch her. Can you say determined? Who does that?
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