If Willow’s pants could talk they’d shout “hallelujah!” That’s because we’ve got a walker, folks. Willow took her first walk across the kitchen about a month ago. It happened just like I imagined it would. On her terms, without a camera, without any warning. I stood her up on her feet hoping she’d take a … More Introducing Miss Walky McWalkyton
If you’re ever wondering what kind of day Willow is having, flip her over. This dirty derriere is a sign of good day. It’s also a sign that I need to mop. Bloody Playdough. If you can’t tell, Willow is a master tush traveler. A butt scooter, is another way to put it. Hardwood, carpet, … More Why walk, when you dream of flying?