Why, oh why, you dear little love, are you so spiteful to me? I love you so much, and yet I believe you are wilfully acting out of spite by refusing to do something you are fully capable of doing. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised to come around a corner and find you in the throes of doing the very thing I wish you would do for me to witness… I’m quite sure you practice when I’m not around. You do so many other things that are so indicative of your ability to do this one thing I’d love to see… why won’t you just cave and admit you can do it? Are you secretly laughing at me, and yes, even the others, behind our backs? Are you just toying with us until we are fully within your power, or possibly just to make the biggest dramatic exhibition possible? Perhaps. I just find it hard to believe I could have any part in the life of such a diabolical creature.
So, Georgia, my daughter, if you were able to read this, please start walking for Momma. For Daddy too. Hell, even Willis would get a kick out of it, and would probably enjoy running laps with you around the house. With the slew of other fully-upright actions you are able to execute, including climbing, alternating between squatting and standing without your booty touching the floor, and climbing from one booster chair to the other (while they’re on the ground), I find it impossible to believe you can’t actually WALK. In fact, you just might be able to read already too… and might be waiting to spring that one on me as well.
Any day now, kid. Any day.
Really, Rachel... 