Day One:
We arrive to Celie's room to find her pulling up onto her crib. She is sooooo pleased. First thought: Wow! Celie! Second thought: God! How scary! Time to lower the mattress, I guess.
Day Two:Midway through a game of peek-a-boo, Celie shoots me her best "I'm a jailbird" impression. It's quite convincing. I agree to give her whatever she wants for lunch.
Day Three:
Sudden slurping sounds. I turn around to find her french kissing the slats. As ever, I marvel at the size of her mouth and the insane cuteness of her toes.
