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As I mentioned, things have been a little chaotic here. My mom had surgery this week, and is now holed up in the guest room, commanding the house from her “throne” otherwise known as the four-poster bed. We leave the door to the room open and her voice booms throughout the house demanding treats and conversation.

How long will this be the state of affairs chez Cart, you ask? SIX. MORE. WEEKS.

Whoopee!

In the meantime, Addison has turned into a mobile, cackle laughing little monster. James and my dad like to chase her around the house while she stumbles drunk off her own hysterics. Needless to say, she falls down. A lot. And giggles with delight. Like in this video.

I love that you can hear Allison’s ominous voice in the background disapproving of this nonsense.

She’s just jealous that you can walk, Addison. I mean, you DO rub it in her face, what with meandering into the guest room, pointing at her, laughing manically, and toddling out. Not very sensitive, missy.

We’ll work on that, along with how to hold a spoon and point to your nose. Important talents for a young babe.