Since then, nothing. Nada. Zip. Sloth baby prefers to be carried, and I like it that way as well.
Then yesterday, at 5 freakin 30 Lady T woke up and was not liking the idea of going back to sleep. I took her into Stephens office to play...and she did it. I put her down and held out my arms. She took a step. Then she did it again and took 3 steps. My baby is walking!
In other headline news, Asher has a fish. His name is Belefant. I tried to hold my tongue in suggesting names and let Asher figure it out on his own, and I think he did fairly well. Good choice, my love, good choice.


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