Balance

Anna plays a game with Ange and I. It involves walking around the house with her little hands clasped around our 'pointer-fingers'. Her crawling has reached astounding speeds now and she seems to want to move onto walking at the same rate or... or, it simply not worth doing.

So we walk with her, Ange or I hunched over, exploring and re-exploring the chairs and the couch and the computer stand. I find bits on the floor and make a mental note to go back after the walking game and pick them up. The I forget and re-discover the bit on the next circle of the house.

She leads the way by leaning in the direction she wants to go. Much of this leaning takes on a fairly severe angle. So at 45 degrees to the floor and with her little legs pumping away, we are probably learning very little about walking. As I retold this little story to Chris in an email, I mused that she might, however, be in training to be a sprinter...