Pat, Pat, Pat

I was washing bottles Saturday night when Little Miss' squeals kept seeming louder; knowing I had put her down at the far end of the family room, I figured she was just doing some more volume experimentation. Then I heard the "pat pat pat" of a little hand on wood floor. Turned around to a big cheesy smile as if to say "Hi Mama! I found you!" She crawled across the family room, around the couch, and had made it to the dining room. She was so proud!