I’ve got my hair tied back and in a bun. For some unknown reason, she loves to grab as much of said bun and shove it in her mouth. In fact, she’s putting everything in her mouth.

The throw from the settee? Yup.
The tray of her highchair? She wishes she could.

Actually, in another moment of “god, she’s a small human not a toy” moments, we played peek a boo yesterday, with her doing the hiding (behind the aforementioned throw) and peeking, complete with a spot of giggling. What’s more, she started it. Cripes. It didn’t last for long, but long enough that I was gobsmacked.

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