The little girl ticked over 17 months this week. And, my goodness, she's on the move these days. T has been walking for about 3 weeks now, and getting more stable by the day (though I have to say that watching her comedy-walk about the house, chubby toddler tum proudly protruding is one of my favourite things to do).
This new mobility is fabulous and all, but it has been keeping me on my toes. Last week, for example, I found her (new! leather!) sandals deposited in the toilet.
I also found the bath plug ... under my bed. And the TV remote? It was outside, hidden under our triffid-like tomato plant.
I'm clearly going to have to keep a close watch on this cheeky one!