Finally interested in walking, a little, with help

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So last night at the bookshop (known to some 'round these parts as "House of Soulsuck") I held the Fussa's hands and urged her to go Daddy. And in a hesitant and somewhat perplexed fashion, she did. In general I'm trying to let her do stuff at her own pace and don't spend a lot of time trying to give lessons. But this was so cute.

We bought the Sandra Boyton book "Doggies" because when I read it to her in the store she was squeeeing in glee.