On the move

Liza has turned a deaf ear to Denise the Therapist's recommendations, and she is crawling and pulling up all over the place now. Short of tackling her and weighing her down with the equivalent of more than her own body weight, there's no way to keep Liza in a prone position for more than a millisecond, so I've given up trying. It's frustrating both of us, and I'm still not so sure what it's supposed to accomplish. Here's what playtime with Liza looks like now:

Yes, my daughter is the most precious pumpkin on the planet.