Walker

I think we can officially give Frankie the label of "Walker" now. She been walking up a storm for the past few days. She still likes to hold on to something when it's convenient, but it's fun to watch her gain confidence. She usually walks with both her hands out in front of her, like she's sneaking up on Boo Radley.

Unfortunately this morning she miscalculated the distance to the toilet she was trying to walk to, and ended up doing her first official face plant that resulted in a fat lip. There was lots of blood for about 5 minutes, and then stopped as quickly as it began. No gash, her teeth are intact, but still terrifying for me. Sigh, we haven't even had you a year Frankie and already with the busted lip. Just in time for her Nonnie to come tomorrow, and her birthday party on Saturday!