Okay, so she's really not walking at all, obviously. She's still practicing turning her head back and forth to follow our faces, and that's giving her enough of a challenge. Still, there is this cool reflex that infants have called the step reflex, so when we hold her up by her armpits and put her feet down on the ground, she'll sometimes take 4 or 5 steps. The other day Alex came home from work and I tried to convince him that I had taught her to walk in one day. He didn't quite buy it, and now I really regret telling him about the step reflex. He would have thought I was the best stay at home mom EVER.
Judging by the goose-strangling sounds coming from the crib, Evelyn is about to wake up, which means that I have to make a PB&J* and fill a bunch of glasses with water and stash them around the apartment, because when she awakes, there is no paying attention to anything but her. There is no putting her down for a minute while I pour myself a drink: she demands that two hands be holding her at all times! And I must chatter to her and make eye contact constantly. She may not appear to be paying attention, but if I stop, she will know, and there will be screaming! We may go for a walk in the stroller, but her highness decrees that the dog MUST NOT stop and relieve himself, for that would make the stroller ride stop, and then, she has no choice but to scream.
It's tough being a dictator. After her afternoon nap, I've got to log her into her online support group with Kim Jong-il and Gaddafi. It's a good thing they're there for each other.
*Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are pretty much all I've eaten since Alex has gone back to work. They take about 45 seconds to prepare, they can be eaten one handed, they can be put down when screaming infants attack and still taste good in an hour, and they're filling. Thank you, peanut butter... I don't know what I'd do without you.