
She’s found her feet and nothing’s stopping her now. Frankie took her first steps in good old London Town as we stopped for a rest in one of the parks. Don’t think she quite realised what she was doing as she stumbled from one foot to the other but we are claiming that one. Done deal. On our return home with the help of some phone coaxing to get her to come to us we got more steps. Now it’s just a natural thing to her as she toddles her way around the house finding every single place to explore.
Her new favourite place is the kitchen otherwise known as the death trap to babies. Child locks are on, cheap pans are on the bottom, recycling bags are hung and dog bowl is a serve dog when I see you in kitchen process now.
The one thing we’ve found now is toys appear in random places now as she finds new ways to explore the house
Poor Mrs Rawr







