Yesterday I snuck over to Verona so I could deliver some books and a lion, which I thought was a dopey looking dog until my dad said he thought it was a lion based on its mane and tail. Once I looked more closely I had to agree that I had been unsuccessful at distinguishing between a lion and a doggie, and therefore had to switch, mid-play, the sounds I was making for the lion. This guy is not interested in crawling. Like staying all nine months in your momma's belly, crawling is for babies. He wants to walk. After we put him on the grass, which was met with marginal success, he walked all the way into the house holding onto my hands, at which time I had to lay down from bending over. He needs to grow a few more inches before walking is going to be comfortable for me.
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