You should see the mess under Rowan's chair! Ugh.

This post will be a photo extravaganza for all you folks who've been waiting so long!

Here kitty, kitty!
Nin still needs to learn how to run away from Rowan.

Look at those chompers!

Rowan in manic chase mode.
The wetness on her chest is from drinking out of a big cup. Sometimes she manages it perfectly, and sometimes... not so much.

Rowan can now climb short flights of stairs with ease.
She's getting pretty good at coming down backwards, too, though sometimes she tries alternate (read, less effective) methods and would fall on her head if we weren't there to catch her. She's certainly not trustworthy around stairs at this point.

Aaah! There's a seal on your head!! *manic giggling ensues*

Rowan visiting with her great-grandmother in Arnprior

AND now for photos of Rowan feeding herself. Enjoy!
Mmm. Yogurt.

Mmm. Pasta.

Mmm. Oatmeal!

Mmm. Corn on the cob.