Putting One Foot In Front of The Other

Oliver is now bored by all that isn't walking. He can't yet walk on his own, so he insists on holding onto one of your fingers in each of his hands as he struts around like a happy, drunken sailor. His legs are solid, but his feet go every which way as he walks. Should you tire of walking him about (which happens quickly since you have to stay bent over as he paces) and decide to take a rest, he immediately starts whining and reaching for your hands again. Walking is apparently where it's at right now.

On our 20th lap of the apartment last evening, I was observing his precarious feet placement and recalled a Rudolph (or Frosty?) holiday special TV program from my childhood. I think the theme of the show had to do with giving unwanted toys a new lease on life and there was some scary ice monster who needed to be reformed. Also, for some reason the monster needed to learn to walk for the first time. To speed the progression along, he was taught the following song:

Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking cross the floor
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking out the door

You never will get where you’re going
If you never get up on your feet
Come on, there’s a good tail wind blowing
A fast walking man is hard to beat

Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking cross the floor
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking out the door

If you want to change your direction
If your time of life is at hand
Well don’t be the rule be the exception
A good way to start is to stand

Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking cross the floor
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking out the door

If I want to change the reflection
I see in the mirror each morn
You mean that it's just my election
To vote for a chance to be reborn

Clearly, this is about to become our new theme song...