Eve is 13 months old and finally walking. She's been able to walk for over a month, but now she's doing it all of her own free will. It's hilarious.
Arms extended, legs straight, wobbling to the left and to the right, she makes her way down hallways, between dogs and over toys. A couple of bolts sticking out of her neck and an underbite, and she's ready for Hallowe'en. She's even got the same haircut as Frankenstein.
We've also learned, with the help of a certain Uncle, how to climb onto the rocking chair and rock back and forth as hard as possible. I was in the kitchen cleaning (shocking), when I realized that it was just a little too quiet in the living room. I just about fell over when I saw Eve riding the rocking chair like a bucking bronco. She's scared to sit on her mini plush rocking horse, but she's a future mechanical bull-rider when it comes to the rocking chair.
Instead of telling her "No", I am focussing on teaching her how to dismount the rocking chair without injury.
If you happen to stop over to my house and you see a Mini Frankenstein walk by wearing chaps and a bike helmet, you'll know that I have my reasons, people. Please don't judge me.
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