Mya's walking! She's eleven months. Not the earliest for our kids, but she's a lot more careful and precise about it than Ethan ever was.
Actually, he still isn't so precise. He was pushing Mya in her little car tonight and decided to send her down the driveway on her own. The car hit the woodchip pile, and the car tipped and skidded to a halt on her face. I heard the wail and came running just as the neighbor scooped her up (he was mowing his grass...) and brought her to me. A bit of road rash, but nothing too drastic. Poor baby.
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