Forsooth Watson, the game’s afoot !

Well, at least George is. He’s decided the crawling is for babies, and now takes off at a full sprint once upright. It’s like a little human billiard ball, bouncing from wall to wall down the hallway, stopping a couple of times to close a door – with a cute little “chut” (shut) each time he closes one.
Our little man is growing up. So much personality in such a short period of time. I wish he had a little less personality at 5:30am, but that’s something you get used to over time.
He’s got a great vocab, he says “more” for food, “ta-ta da-da”, “ma-ma”, “mum”, “up”, “pop” (bubbles), “gone” (and looks at his hand. Imagine the “empty hands” gesture you do with ‘all gone’). Does a “bop” when he sits down hard, an “uh-oh” when he drops something.
I can’t get the image out of my head of his little legs waddling down the hallway, waving his arms in the air for balance. It’s just so gorgeous.