Gwynn is becoming quite a handful. If she isn’t strapped into something she is going to explore her surroundings at Mach 3.
Here is she is navigating through the dining room chairs.
She never figured out how hard it would have been for me to get to her under there.
Sweeping is going to have to be an everyday activity now.
She likes to crawl for a bit and then turn around to make sure somebody is chasing her.
…and into the kitchen. We gave her a wooden spoon and a pot to play with and boy, what an imagination.
Here she is attempting to fit the entire pot into her mouth.
“I love my spoon so very much”
Here she is pretending the spoon is a cigar.
Practicing for a lucrative career as a flautist.
Here she is furiously slamming the spoon into the ground. A drummer perhaps?
“And IIIIIIIIIII… will always… love yooooooooouuuuu”
Such a funny look on this one.
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