As you can see, there is no "separation anxiety" when Jennifer and Matt depart. Claire's ready to party.
She's ready to "get down." Even if it means lying on her tummy, which she has generally disliked.
"Help! I've fallen and I can't get up. Just kidding."
With those strong little arms, she finds tummy time is not the difficult chore it once was. As long as she doesn't think about it, that is.
"You use your camera your way, I'll use mine my way. This is actually quite tasty-- for molded plastic."
"Yes, I can stand on my own two feet. Just keep that big mitt of yours on my belly, Grandpa."
"Mirror, mirror, in my hand, who's the fairest in the land?"
"Well, DUH! Who do you THINK?"
"Hey, everybody-- gather around the keyboard and I'll play ya a few tunes."
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