My Wee Daftie is an independent individual.
At baby sensory, she used to sit nice and still as the next activity was being set up and then crawl off to the opposite side of the room and away from the organised fun. We have some lovely toys for her but she really would rather chew on my pens, pull the DVDs from the shelf, roll about on the floor or, most recently, walk.
And not necessarily walking with any purpose. If I leave the living room door open, she’ll walk to our bedroom and back. If the door is closed, she’ll do laps of the kitchen. Pacing the floor, back and forth, up and down. There are times when I honestly don’t think she’ll ever stop. Well, aside from stopping for food. In that case she’ll just reach up to her highchair, steal her plate and start eating dinner while it’s still being prepared.
As she grows and develops, she is continually learning new things and it’s such a privilege to see all the changes and skills she picks up. Literally. She has mastered picking things up while standing and bending over. This has evolved into walking while holding things. Shoes. Blankets.
Balls.
Toys.
Okay so maybe she hasn’t picked up the table. Yet. One daft step at a time.
Travels With My Daftie 