A few moments ago Julia started climing stairs.
Yesterday she'd brace her hands against the next-to-the-last stair and look up at all the other stairs as if they were some sort of Gordian knot.
Today she zips up them like a Sherpa up a bunny slope.
Deb said, "As soon as she starts walking we won't have our baby anymore."
I bet if you come back in about fifteen minutes I will have posted again with that news.
Talk about your bittersweet wagers. . .