Oh Beano. You've only gone and bloody done it. You've only gone and mastered the crawl. Mirroring the relentless progress of humanity what was the norm is no more, the paradigm has shifted substantially. Beano Kuhn would be oh so proud of you. Where once there was a shuffle there is now a crawl, an alacritous crawl that shrinks continents and expands dangers. Particularly when combined with her new found affinity for stair climbing, which is no a sprint event and if not carefully stopped can lead us to the brink of mututally assured destruction. The shuffle has become an anachronism, used only sparingly and like Leslie Nielsen only when it disappeared did we realise how much we had lost. Luckily we managed to record a short video for posterity, lest we forget. The crawl is still not perfected and on occasion it leads to events that confound description (you look away for a second and Nancy appears to attempted a deeply unsuccessful roly-poly and is spread across the floor like jam) but seem not to annoy her as she continues on her way with a serenity that is admiral.
More impressively, she can stand. And stand very proudly. She hauls herself to her two feet and then stands bolt upright and to say she was proud of herself is a gross understatement. She beams. Normally she falls over as she can't help but do a little jig to celebrate her rectitude. Bravo bean. Whilst working seems thankfully distant, she can stride about the place if given parental support and this too seems to make her very very happy. Like most things. Apart from sleep, which she disdains.
Sadly, these developments have lead to a campaign of nighttime jihad which has resulted in me developing a soft spot for Farming Today on Radio 4. Which is on before,
before the Today programme, essentially in a freakish vacuum of the early morning when the world has stopped rotating before those trusty pips start it spinning again. It is outrageously early. Particularly, when she mocks you by falling asleep in her grandmother's arm not once but twice but refuses steadfastly to continence such a thing on your lap. You capricious beast. Her vocabulary has continues to swell, handsomely keeping pace with her belly I hasten to add, and she can now identify a ball, a book, say goodbye (accompanied by an outrageously regal wave) and on a really good day can say lunch, Nancy and Hippopotamus. Or at least it sounded a lot like that, it could have been a bowel movement.
Anyway, sorry it has taken so long to update you all on our delightful bean, there have been myriad pressures on your humble narrator including keeping the Olympics safe and starting a new job but I hope to find my stride once more and try and keep you updated a little more regularly as there are those of you out there who might even read this stuff occasionally.
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| Ready for Anything. |
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| Quiff. |
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| Beano in Motion |
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| Snug. |
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| Mummy, Why is Mayfair allowed to exist? |
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| Do you want gravy with them chips love? |
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| Well, Hello. |
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