Saturday I was prostrate on the floor. I found it the best position to build block towers to knock over, pour imaginary tea from musical tea pots, read story books, sing songs, and tickle toes with Petite Fille.
I also introduced her to the thrill of sitting in a the laundry basket as Grandma pushed or pulled it around the floor, making car horn honking noises, and ordering Mummy and Daddy out of the way!
Petite Fille is almost nine months old and has six teeth, and learnt to pull herself up to a standing position this week. It is a grand life!
And the most amazing thing of all? I could still walk on Sunday!