Even with six other people around to entertain her, Zoë had her heart set on being held by me this evening. She kept crawling over to the stool I was sitting on, pulling herself to standing, and begging to be picked up. So after I finished choosing pictures (for that Roanoke post) I got down from my stool so that I could spend some time with her. I sat on the floor and said, "Come here, Baby. I'll hold you."
She wasn't too happy about being told to "come here" (you should see how she throws herself on the ground sometimes when I tell her that, like, "Mom! I can't move one more inch. You come to me!") but she decided she could make an effort.
She moved around the stool so she was closer to me, but she still wasn't close enough so she let go of the stool, and there she stood. And then she picked up her foot and took one little step toward me, caught her balance again, and then lunged onto my lap.
I don't know if she'll take another step ever again because, as you can see from the picture above, she's not always happy about walking, but this evening she took her first solo step without any prodding at all.
How is she this old already?! I'm still telling people I "just" had a baby.
I should probably stop saying that...