So tonight, while doing our normal walking tour of the kitchen, watching the tATTS!!! (though today they are all dougs), Linnaea and I decided to play a new game of controlled falling. I hear in some parts such activity is referred to as walking.
Her confidence is still pretty low, she can do far more than she lets herself at this point, but she had the biggest grin and was laughing, she knew she was doing something special. I had a hard time getting her to let go of my fingers and come to me without first sitting down. But once I got her to lean towards me, falling a bit, and she was sure that I was going to catch her, she started moving her feet. She took a good four steps in one go, grinning from ear to ear.
We’ll see if by her birthday this becomes her regular modus operandi, though I imagine at a much faster pace. I hear some call that running. We’ll see, also, if by her birthday we can finally baby-proof the house.
