On Monday afternoon the three of us were literally lying on the carpet on the second floor. Alan was fixing a baby gate and I wasn't. J was pulling at the gate to counteract Dad's efforts.
It was at that moment that J chose to stand up and toddle over to Dad. 1-2-3 steps, and *plop*.
I burst into excited tears, and Alan began whooping and hollering. "Oh wow," we said over and over again.
J, for her part, did not see what the big deal was.
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