One, two, three, oops-a-daisy...

We all fall down.

Rob has succumbed to the stomach bug. He came home early from work and went straight to bed. He's up at the moment because he feels guilty, but he'll be in bed again soon. And most of tomorrow, I hope. If it's anything like what I had, he'll need the rest.

In grander news, Linnea now walks across any room you care to mention in our house. And the bath. And our bed or her cot.

I spent a lot of time today reclining on the windowseat with my legs between Linnea and the edge. I was reading, she was curtain-twitching (only I'd pulled the curtains out of her way, but the principle is the same).