My daily regimen includes napping, eating, talking and now rolling like a mad woman. What I lack in control I make up for with speed. I don't understand why my parents insist on putting things like chairs in my rolling room - which they call their "Living Room" - but it doesn't matter. Yesterday, while Mom and Dad worked in the kitchen, I managed to escape the living room by rolling around the chairs and made a break for my nursery. No one is safe.
Here's me in action.
