Mila is going to walk. I mean, I know that's pretty obvious (and fantastic!), but I mean she's going to do it relatively soon. First she will probably master her enunciation of "kitty" and "doggy," but then it's on to walking.
(She's trills the letter "g" when she tries to say "doggy." I walked through a pet store that sells puppies with her and I thought she was going to have a seizure she was so busy saying "doggggggggggggggggggggy" the whole time.)
(She also says "ish" for "fish." So. There goes my theory that she's going to talk super late.)
(ANYWAY.)
(I just really love ellipses. Sorry, not sorry.)
So. Mila is going to walk. Sort of soon. It won't happen tomorrow or even the next day, but the train is leaving the station. I sure hope the dogs and cats that live with her are working on their escape plans because once she's walking, she's going to be FAST. And it's going to be very difficult to elude her.
It's already a challenge to elude her.
Somewhere along the way, the tiny little baby who I am pretty certain was JUST BORN mastered the art of walking with a push toy. She cruises around all over the place, running over every toy along her path, bamming into walls, and grinning with glee the entire time because ZOOM ZOOM! Nothing can slow her down.
She was about to push the entire house to the ground last week, so I took her outside to practice her mad skillz. There is far more wide open space and far fewer animals that have to protect their tails, so it was a total win. But, less than ten minutes after she started cruising up and down the driveway, I realized her socks were getting trashed.
TRASHED.
I refuse to buy her more socks, by the way. She has like ten pair and they best last her the rest of her life because baby socks are stupid expensive. Are they made with golden threads? They aren't diamond-encrusted (I checked). For what they cost, you'd think someone would figure out how to make sure they will stay on a baby for more than twenty seconds. They should also come running when I call for them, but whatever.
Long story short, it was time to start making the wee baby who was just born wear shoes. We don't do shoes until walking happens around here, but there it was. Walking. Outdoors. Whether it involves help or not doesn't matter. It matters that her socks needed protection.
You guys, I just wrote 420 words justifying the existence of these shoes.
I guess I could have just written, "If you're going to spend stupid money on stupid shoes for the baby, you better make sure they're ridiculous."
Mission accomplished.