Poor Immy: she was crawling as fast as she could--giggling and hoping someone would chase her (I did)--when her little face went top lip first right into the wood floor. It gave her a fat lip and a big cry. I nursed her and Papi and I got her all dusted off and back to normal when she tried again and the exact same thing happened, making her lip even fatter. She went from gleeful giggling to crying in an instant--twice. That was tough. I really admired that she "got back on her horse," after it happened the first time, so it was awful to see it happen again.
It was all gravy, every minute of it.
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