Yep. The reign of terror has officially begun. Now there's nowhere she can't go. She prefers to walk everywhere, but when time is of the essence, she still scrambles faster on all 4s.
I know she takes some after me, because when she waddles around she more resembles my late-Grandpa Painter more than anyone else: a little bowl-legged, belly sticking out. I'm waiting for her to tell me that "when you get older the belly shrinks" or to bring over a dozen donuts.
We'll get video of her roaming around soon.
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haha...just wait until she starts jumping into burn barrells.
that's awesome.
good job Eowyn. Now she adds a new dimension to the parenting eye.
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