Ready to Walk

Baby likes to crawl and be followed. She waits for me to crawl close to her, sits up, laughs, and then crawls away again – with the presumption that the process will be endlessly repeated (and it is). She got her fifth tooth yesterday, palpable over the gum but not yet very visible. She is crazy for the dishwasher, particularly silverware – which I now have to keep on the counter when I’m loading and unloading the machine. Her balance is coming along. She can now walk holding just one of my hands (and lightly at that), and finds it a hilarious laugh riot. She could almost certainly walk a few steps now if she could simply forget that she can’t. We’ll probably give her a little more help over the weekend.