So Faith is giving Eden a bath right now, because I rubbed pear mush all over Eden’s head. (She had it coming.) But in other news, the following transpired on Saturday:
As we watch Eden standing in the middle of the floor:
Me: “You know, there is nothing preventing her from walking. It’s all cognitive.”
Faith: “Yeah.”
Eden takes first steps.
Both: “Yay!”
We smother Eden with hugs and kisses.
Faith and Donald 
