These Feet Were Made For Fallin', er, Walking. Yeah.

I started this little project around 10 months, and I'm flying high or crashing low, depending upon how you look at it. Me? I'm pretty stoked to be, as the dada calls me, a biped. Whether you should legitimately identify me as a member of this class is another story. Since I like to a) Walk on my toes, b) try to run, and c) look at other people to make sure they're checking me and my progress out rather than looking WHERE I'M GOING, I've got quite a few bonks to show for it. The old battle-ax lets me walk on tile and concrete, too, a decision that's got Uncle Tyler furious with her, but I'm navigating it. Because me? I'm one determined little bugger. Also, I like to say "hot", "stop", "enna" (food) "all gah", (gone) "cup", "Awk" (that would be my cat, Ike), and Namah (Grandma). These are among my favorites these days as they've lots of versatility: "Stop, hot Awk; enna all gah. Ciao, Namah." Word to your cup.