The Way She Rolls

Avery is on the move and finding her voice.

I placed her on a blanket in the middle of the room. She spun around until she got the object of desire into her sights, and then ROLLED her way over there [who needs crawling when you are as rolly-polly as Miss Avery].

Was it a toy? Or a person?

NO!

It was the ottoman.

And, how does she express her delight???




Apparently, with the gleeful noises of a baby pterodactyl.