Baby blues and walkin' shoes

Sometimes Abby just does something so adorable that it would be wrong of me not to share it with the world. And yesterday was one of those times.

Our little girl has been, over the last week or so, perfecting the art of putting one foot in front of the other. She's gone from baby steps to stumbling around like a drunken sailor and most recently has mastered moving steadily from one room to the other like a good little biped.

I'm certain part of her motivation for learning to walk upright is that she couldn't wait to start giving hugs of her own volition. To prove it, she successfully maneuvered herself away from her favorite toy and over to the stool where I was seated, caught up in an activity that is oh-so-fascinating to my daughter: tying my shoes. And as if to say "mom, stop playing with those laces for a minute and revel in my cuteness," she proceeded to lunge for me, wrap her skinny little one-year-old arms around my calf, rest her chin on my knee, and hug the living daylights out of my right leg.

I really don't know if I can handle all this cuteness...