Overheard at 7:23am, as I get out of the shower:

  1. Our dog trying to walk down the stairs, missing a step, and having a minor crash. (This happens 30% of the time now. She’s getting older.)
  2. Three seconds later: our baby waking up with a plaintive cry.
  3. Three seconds later: our baby comforting herself in her crib with kissing noises. (mmmmmAH, mmmmmAH)


Yesterday we watched Annie do a lot of:

  1. Standing up, unaided, and holding the pose triumphantly.
  2. Taking a lurching step or two.
  3. Sitting in the sink, turning on the water, rubbing her hands on the soap bar, and then rinsing them off.
  4. Kissing the dog. (My favorite instance was as they passed each other, Annie crawling one way and Sous trotting in the other. In unison, Sous gave her a swipe on the cheek with her tongue, and Annie turned her head toward Sous and made her “mmmeh” kissing noise. Very French.)

The beginning of walking and talking is a much hazier zone than the terms “first step” and “first word” suggest—and let’s be honest: odds are Charly was the one to witness the very first of each, if anyone did. But I think we’re there. Girl is stepping, and saying “DAW-guh” when she sees Sous. As Bryan put it, “Walking and talking at one year. That’s all we have to remember.” That, and that she and Sous are BFF.