We're in that long anticipatory period at the moment where Anya is practicing all sorts of walking-type moves without actually walking. So she stands all the time, and given a walker she'll do some steps as well; but she's still reluctant to take the leap of faith and start lifting one foot at a time.
I don't blame her to be honest. Given how recently she's mastered the far easier task of balancing on two feet, moving to one must feel as difficult as it would for you or I to start tightrope walking. Even adults find balancing on one leg a bit tricky for extended periods, and while walking only involves doing it for split-seconds I imagine that to her it feels like she has to be able to balance more comprehensively.
Anyway, yesterday saw another of those mysterious games that babies take up, always with some sense of a further purpose. While Kate was reading to her before bed, she leaned on her sofa and pedalled her legs, one at a time, lifting them up to shoulder height like a veritable ballerina at the bar. Not quite as elegant, I admit: there was a certain playful-crab quality about the movement too. But the big smile on her face told you that she'd worked something out and was pleased with it: how to balance on one foot while the other is all over the place.
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