Steps

Miss E is going to kill me. Totally going to cause a massive panic attack and I will curl up into a tiny ball and die. She is so adventurous, just like her dad was as a child. And that is not exactly comforting news, like, "Oh, yeah, she curls up with her Deeno Dino and snuggles just like her dad did" or "Oh how cute, that's the exact same smile her dad had in that one picture!"

Let me just sum it up and say it is a friggin miracle her dad is even here today. We're talking racing shopping carts down hills, beebee gun wars, involvement in smashing a stolen car into a tree in the middle of the night... Yeah. He was a good kid, just all boy. No fear, no pain, always looking for trouble.

So when the carefree, no fear little girl started to climb things and try to navigate steps, I got a little concerned. She has plunged feet first down steps and aced them for months, only losing balance a few times. That was with someone's help. But dada had the nerves of steel required to let her attempt the step on her own.

Pray for me. And send all the tequila and Xanax you can get your hands on.