Stand, there's a midget standing tall*

I've been missing my usual dose of Anya with Kate and her in Wauchope yesterday, so I'm pretty stoked that it's the weekend and I'm going to get a whole two days with my darlings.

I'm told the standing is advancing pretty rapidly. There's more pulling up, more standing-from-sitting, more generally standing around gazing around the room like someone waiting for a toddler-sized cartoon bus. I'm constantly amazed at how quickly she picks these things up: I have to pinch myself to remember that at the start of May she was barely crawling.

Of course, I'm sure there's a long road ahead before she's walking properly. You can't stand till you know how to keep your centre of gravity between your feet; but you can't walk till you can move it out in front of you, and catch yourself before you topple over. That seems a fair bit harder. But still, she's heading there. Ask me how she's progressing and I won't be able to resist the pun: "Baby steps, baby steps."

*The title is a reference to a cringeworthy line in Sly & the Family Stone's civil rights anthem "Stand!" Kate and I have been humming it all week every time Anya pulled up. I imagine some angry politicised midget answering the line by saying they "don't want to be judged by society's height-ist biases".

My other favourite line demonstrating that 60s soul singers didn't get the whole smorgasbord of minority rights issues at the first instance is from Curtis Mayfield and The Impressions' "They don't know": "They don't know that every brother is a leader / And they don't know, every sister is a breeder." Er ... right.