Tuesday, February 3, 2015

We might have a walker on our hands

Doesn't that sound menacing? It is. In fact, it might not matter because it isn't clear she's committed - she hasn't figured out it could be faster yet, so maybe we're safe for a minute.

Anyway, Sunday at the superbowl party one of our friends decided she should probably just help Miriam work it out. And apparently our daughter loves a little encouragement because she was like "Oh, you want me to walk? Like these seven steps where I pause and shimmy my butt? LIKE THIS?"
Too funny.

 Even she probably could have walked in that touchdown.


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