
This week Ava has started walking. She looks more like a drunken sailor at this point and for some reason thinks she can try running when she's hardly mastered more than 10 steps at a time. We did the whole Nordstrom 'first pair of shoes' rite of passage, one that I also partook in many years ago -- at 14 months of age, not 10.5. Maybe this means my daughter is the newer, faster, shinier version of me.
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