Andando, andando.

Corriendo, corriendo, corriendo!

We used to move Animalia's tiny little legs slowly, slowly, then really fast and say, "Andando, andando, andando.... ¡Corriendo, corriendo, corriendo!" She would just laugh and laugh. This, of course, is what we USED to do. Before she became a crawler and a cruiser.

Nowadays, she can get herself around quickly and efficiently. She cruises the couches, getting from one to the other in these insane leaps of faith that make me hold my breath. She's been practicing walking, with our help, and sometimes, when she's standing, she thinks she can walk on her own. She pulls herself up, turns around, sees something she wants and takes giant steps toward it. Her steps are so giant that she couldn't possibly balance on her own. At the last minute she seems to realize that and falls, catching herself somehow and crawling toward the thing that she wanted in the first place.

She's so focused sometimes. She can't be distracted when she's into something, her tiny face scrunching, deep in thought and consideration. Interrupt her those times and she might throw a mini-fit, arching her back and screaming at you or swatting your hand away. She's busy you know.