I got Maeve out of the bath first. She was so exhausted and ready for bed. I jiggled and shooshed and cooed while I put each of her pyjama layers on, then popped her down on the floor. She took off quickly down the passage and then I could hear giggling and Elsie’s seal noises and the sound of water. On floorboards.
And I found them in the bathroom:
And laughing hysterically, which is hard when you’re walking, and even moreso when you’ve only been able to walk for a week, off Maeve disappeared, back down the passage: