Stand up, girl

Yesterday Mark was watching Anya as she crab walked across the floor, up on hands and feet, a new trick she learned when her mother so thoughtlessly put her in a dress. She walked her feet forward but kept her hands in place, until her toes touched her wrists and then

she

stood

up

He doesn’t think she really knew what she was doing as she just kind of looked around, played with a found object and then continued her new version of crawling without skipping a beat. She is mere moments away from walking. Before I know it, I’ll have two monkeys to chase at the park and then the world will surely implode, taking me, my new pretty blog, all you nice people and a little piece of the sky with it.