Perpetual motion

After an afternoon of watching her first ever Olympics in person, Eve was quite tired and slept rather well.

The next morning we got up, had the usual messy carnage at breakfast, I went to get dressed and while in the bedroom the Boy screamed. Eve had crawled for the first time ever.

Inspired by the athletic feats she had seen the previous day off she went.

Oh shit, the flat is oh so not very prepared for mobility.