My parents' have a new obsession... I can walk (and drop right back down on my butt)! Really, the only reason I try to walk is because I am so entertained with everyone else's excitement. They smile so big for me. And I smile right back. It's contagious, you know. But, to get from A to Z, I crawl. And I am not light on the knees and hands. No Sir-reee. BAM! BAM!! BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!!!!! You always know when I'm afoot and aknee.
You'll also always know when I'm on my way up the stairs. I'm loud and fast. I like to get half way up, turn around, and give a big loud happy growl A spectator's growled response is always appreciated. If ever I am blue (screaming my face off), someone will open the back door and offer me the stairs. It's like an olive branch. Off I go. Love love love the stairs. Don't mind the big rug burns I have on my forehead, nose, lip, and chin . I am learning (on Dad's shift) that this stair climbing is risky business.
