We all know that I've been extremely resistant to the concept of walking, even though I've been cruising around the house for months now. Well, Dido, Mom and Dad have finally worn me down, and yesterday I took my first real steps. Mom found the one thing in the house that I'm actually motivated to walk to: my fire truck. Take a look.
I'm still refusing to walk towards any other object or person right now, but Dad insists that I'll be sprinting around by July 4. We'll see...
