it's official

She's walking.

Reid and I have debated endlessly---mostly with others---what constitutes "walking". Three steps? Five? Halfway across the living room? Out the door and off to kindergarten?

Finally we agreed that Sadie would indeed be walking once she chose it as her primary mode of transportation. Well, friends and family, that time has come. We spent a three-day weekend at the coast with our buddies the Lantzys, in a rented beach house perched above the ocean. No better time to make memories, Sadie thought. So five steps turned to ten, then to twenty, then throw a few 180s in there for good measure and you've got yourself a real live toddler.

Now she's unstoppable---except when she falls, at which point she crawls over to the nearest piece of furniture (or adult) and pulls herself back up. And keeps on walking...through the kitchen...down the hall...to her bedroom...wherever she pleases. It must be so exciting to have an entirely new perspective on life. Tiring too, apparently. She hasn't slept this much since she was a newborn.

So, we'll say that Sadie officially started walking on Martin Luther King Day, 2008.

She had a dream.