walk this way, or perhaps this way

My brother and I both walk a lot now, but we have taken very different approaches to mastering the skill. Zak (shown above) thinks walking is a blast. He started out full throttle, propelling himself forward as fast as he could, ready to crash land into whatever was in front of him. A parent. A brother. A wall. Whatever. Balance would enter the equation eventually, he reasoned. And finally it has. He's also really into the praise portion of walking.


Then there's me. I'm doing this for myself, no one else. Occasionally I'll offer a little smile as a reward for praise, but not often. I've got to stay focused. Also, I perfected my sense of balance before I started walking. I'm very serious and deliberate with each step. And unlike my brother, I almost never fall.


Of course, I can't spend every waking moment on my feet. Here I am gently squeezing a leaf between my fingers. Ah, that's nice. Oops. Gotta go. Must. Keep. Up. With. Brother.