Rachel's "walk"

with Mommy is up up to 40 steps, holding both my hands. She has a very stiff gait, kind of like a drunk college student trying really, really hard not to flunk a Breathalyzer test.

She is no longer safe, unstrapped, in her high chair. I was reading the Sunday New York Times while Drew was washing up breakfast last weekend and all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, Rachel was...standing! In her high chair!

I need to keep a closer eye on her in the kitchen. Tonight she discovered she could move the lower shelf of the dishwasher back and forth.