Well, folks, we have a walker. Alex took her first official steps at the beginning of March and in the past two weeks she's progressed to walking short (very short) distances usually between whatever she is holding onto and either Marcus or I. And she does it with the best sh*t eating grin you've ever seen. She knows she's doing something big. Of course, she's also probably grinning because Marcus and I are typically laughing our heads off as she stumbles around like a drunken fool. I really have never seen anyone run into walls as much as Alex. Not even at 2:00 in the morning, after last call, have I seen such stumbling. Luckily, she's a pretty happy "drunk" and laughs it off rather than getting pissed off at the wall for getting in her way (I'm pretty sure we all have one of those friends). She's also come close to a face-plant or two which I have definitely seen her father do on one or more occasion after a night of fun. I digress.
This walking thing is really going to send our world upside down, not like Alex herself hasn't already done so. For now we're able to keep up with her diaper butt and keep her out of trouble but I foresee that once she really starts motoring around things are going to change. The bookcases are going to have to be rearranged, Alex will probably take care of that for us, and just about anything else within a 3' reach from the ground will have to be removed. Oh, Lord. I don't know if I'm ready for this!
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