*Cat*
“There you go! Come on, come to Mama!” I cheered happily, clapping as I sat on my knees across the living room. I held Emilia’s favorite plushie in my hands, a stuffed blue dog from her favorite cartoon, holding it out to her and wiggling its little feet.
Emilia had her little face scrunched up in concentration, chubby arms flailing on the floor as she lay on her tummy, now able to hold up her big head all by herself. She didn’t quite know how to crawl yet, only waving her arms excitedly like she was trying to swim across the carpet and sometimes, she’d managed to scoot herself a couple of feet, but that was all.
She looked adorable, like a little duckling trying to learn how to swim for the first time, and I stifled my laugh behind the plushie, grinning madly at how cute this was. I was recording with one hand, shaking the plush with the other as I encouraged her to head to me where I was just out of reach.
