I would like to qualify the previous post about Matilda's growing independence to point out that we're talking about it in terms of minutes, if not seconds. This qualifying statement may or may not have something to do with the high pitched wailing coming from her small head as it currently bobs on Niclas' chest.
In this hypothetical case, we're talking about her independence from my boobs, and not our arms.
Baby steps, folks, baby steps. Someone pass the Lanolin.
