For about two or three weeks, Lex very diligently practiced walking. She spent hours doing laps around the apartment balancing, stepping, bending, and mainly traveling. She only required one thing (well, two): each of my index fingers in each of her hands. I’ll bet I could have logged two miles a day walking around in a one-half squat. It’s only slightly more embarrassing to do at the playground; a cute baby takes the focus off the crazy lady walking around with her ass sticking out. I don’t recommend doing this on a crowded sidewalk, however.