Entry for March 10, 2007

The Small Bald Person has learned to walk. Well, perhaps is learning to walk is more accurate. She totters from place to place with a slightly Chaplinesque wobble, but falls on her bum whenever anything distracts her: I am sure that nappies have been designed not only for their primary (and admittedly extremely important) purpose, but also as shock absorbers for the bottoms of small people.
The other problem she has is stopping. The actual getting from A to B bit is pretty much old hat now, but the art of arriving at B is a problem. At the moment the technique seems to be to grab the nearest item - generally furniture, but sometimes part of dad's anatomy - use it to apply the brakes and then fall uncermoniously face down onto the floor. Tears ensue, followed by an immediate determined effort to rise like a Phoenix and set off on another mission towards an as yet unexplored part of the house.
Suddenly the corners of tables and cupboards with bleach in them have taken on sinister characteristics. Here be dragons baby.