Vivi this morning was motoring around the top floor: quick marching bow-legged in her red flannel footie pyjamas, with a toothbrush in her fist and her hair all crazy. “Go, Vivi,” I told her. “Go go go!”
“Go!” she peeped. “Go!”
She’s 14 months today.
Happy New Year, baby girl.
Erin, what a great picture of vivi!