Isobel has become really quite mobile, not crawling or anything but mobile enough to get herself into trouble. I'm already feeling the FEAR.
In the last three days, these are the positions she has got herself into when, supposedly sleeping:
On her front, still in her sleeping bag with her legs trapped in the side bars of the cot - this position woke her up shouting, funnily enough;
On her front wearing her sleeping bag like a Superman cape as she discussed her dreams with Grandad teddy;
With her sleeping bag in perfect order, not a rumple in sight, but on her front facing the foot end of the cot chatting to Berry Doll about her dreams*.
And this is while all she can do is wriggle and roll...
*I was going to write that being quite a dreamer she gets from PD and not rumpling the sheets she gets from me, but I'm not sure that accurately portrays our characters!
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