OK, I Give—I'm Gonna Walk

Reading

When I read, I read aloud:

I Can Walk, but I'm Not Going To

As you may have heard, I recently took my first steps. For weeks, people had been pressuring me to get up on two legs, as though my transition to toddlerhood wouldn't be complete until I walked upright.

Well, now that I've satisfied everyone's demands, I'm done. I can walk; I've proven that I can walk; and I'm not walking ever again. I'm much more comfortable crawling, and since crawling gets me where I need to go much faster than walking, I feel no compulsion to stand up and take steps. Further, if I start walking too much, mommy and daddy are going to force me to wear shoes. And I'm not down with shoes. So if you're waiting for a video of me toddling on two feet, you'll be waiting for a long time.

Watch Out!

I'm walking now. Stay tuned for further developments.

Learning to Walk

I've decided that I should learn to walk. Up to this point, I haven't been too worried about walking, because I can get everywhere I need to go by crawling and climbing. And crawling puts me face-to-face with any food that's happened to fall on the floor. (Floor food is the source of about one-third of my daily caloric intake.) But my cousin Sophie, who is only four days older than me, has been walking for over a month. Ever since she started walking, everyone's been pressuring me to get up on two legs. I guess I'll humor them. You can watch this video to check on my progress: