For a slow starter in the moving department, this kid has taken off.
And by taken off I mean she's moving like the title character in "Night of the Living Baby", aka "Bride of Frankenbaby".
But she's into every thing, running with scissors, wearing plastic bags like hats. Today I found a big pile of toys in the bathroom garbage. Jeff and I were washing dishes and in two seconds she'd flown upstairs. She's a wild woman.
And we're loving every second. I swear she said Yaba Daba Doo tonight.