Once, when I was six years old, I was running down the stairs, skipping steps, at our big blue house on the way to get my big wheel. Well, I slipped and fell, hitting my head on the hard cement stairs. My dad carried me over to the hospital across the street where I got six stitches. Skipping steps that day proved to be painful, but it didn't dissuade me from doing it again. Now I have a daughter who likes to skip steps (my girl looks just like her dad, but her personality is all me). Squeak is skipping steps figuratively, not literally, but it's pretty funny. She was crawling months before she could even sit up--at first she did the low crawl (aka the army crawl) but then she moved on to the regular crawl, and then she learned to sit up. Funny girl! And now she's climbing before she can even walk. D proudly says that he did that too. But today was the most astounding of all feats--she pooped in the toilet before ever peeing in the toilet. Wow, what an amazing kid!
