Baby's everywhere

In my last missive, I mentioned that Elizabeth was on the brink of crawling. Just over two weeks ago, on Wednesday 26 October, I came downstairs first thing in the morning and parked her in the middle of the living room floor while I went to put the kettle on. While in the kitchen, I heard a strange banging noise from the living room, so hurried back. We'd had visitors the night before, and Elizabeth was hammering the wooden floor with a coffee mug, about four feet from where I'd left her.

I took the mug into the kitchen, and Elizabeth followed me. That was the beginning...