No one told me that diapering a crawler was like trying to wrangle a wet rabbit. Cael no longer lies on the changing table like a turtle on his back, immobile and perfectly content to stare at the ceiling. Now that he realizes he can move, he insists on doing so. There's a painting on the wall of the nursery of the alphabet with animals. For some reason, this particular piece holds him entranced...

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Better at crawling, better at pulling up and better at eating...

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