Phia's Boots Are Made For Walkin'

Ok, so maybe it wasn't boots, maybe it was bare feet. And maybe it wasn't walking, maybe it was only one step. But on June 1, 2012, your feet moved and your hands weren't holding on to anything and that, my darling, was a huge step!

What prompted you to take this magical journey between the couch and the game basket? The one and only thing that could: the promise of food! Blueberries to be exact! Unfortunately for you however, your mommy loves to torture and torment her children, and every time you would make it to the beloved blueberries, I would move them back to the place you had just come from, forcing you to turn around and take one step again. And again. And again. And then you threw yourself on the floor and had fit of protest. This would probably be the part where other mommies would give their babies a few blueberries to reward them for the four non-consecutive steps they just took. But not your mommy. . . I couldn't. The blueberry container you were chasing was actually empty. I told you-torment and torture!