Dear Alex,
Last week marked your nine month birthday, that means that for as long as it took for me to grow you that's how old you are. Did you get that? Don't worry there will be more confusing ways of me explaining life to you, so get used to it. What have you been doing up it? After weeks of stubbornly resisting it you have started to crawl. The crawl was similar to a drunken inchworm wobbling his way on branch, but has grown more fluid recently. And it hasn't stopped there, you've started to pull up, climb, and open cabinet doors. And now I regret encouraging it.
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