Nora can crawl.
Not that she actually likes crawling, you understand. It gets in the way of the business of STANDING UP PRACTICE. In fact, if my Mum or Dad try to put me odnw on my front to move some pointless distance between the two of them, I tend to just head for the nearest vertical object so I can STAND UP because STANDING UP is fantastic, isn't it? Look, I can stand up holding on with just one hand! And bend down, pick up stuff, walk around the outside of my playpen, the works. Crawling? Crawling!!!??? Crawling is for sissies.
Meanwhile, in the world of grown ups (and Nora), we're going to visit my Dad in France for a week, so no doubt I'll come back to a sea of comment spam and crap, but you can bet your little monkey nuts, my friends, that I will *not* be logging in in any capacity while I'm there.
I imagine various photos of a baby laughing in different locations will be forthcoming for those who have access (or want it).