Olivia spent March to September looking through the hot streets asking "Mommy, where are the acorns?". And I assured her that when the days got cooler and fall arrived the acorns would fall off the trees. They are her treasures. Every moment outside is spent with her crouched close to the ground, fingers cupped around four or five little nuts with their bumpy caps.
Violet is pulling up on everything that doesn't run from her. She doesn't crawl; she swims across the ground like a little fish. We're pretty sure she's going to skip crawling all together and just start walking.
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