We have entered into an in-on-under phase. She climbs. She ducks. She squeezes. 

Today she squeezed between a chair and the couch in the living room to gain access to a dead corner. She was so stoked to be back there she grabbed the clock off the end table, backed up to the wall, repeatedly bonked her head on the wall, smiled ear-to-ear and squealed.

I can’t recall a time I was ever that excited.