Briggs CAN walk. He'll stand up in the middle of a room and walk to a piece of furniture. He's taken 7, 8, 9, even 10 consecutive steps to get somewhere. But does he want to walk? Not so much. He only walks on his terms. Otherwise, he's crawling. Normally, I'm not opposed to crawling. But it's spring. Which means we spend lots of time outside. Which means Briggs is wearing out the knees of his pants, getting grass stains, getting his hands filthy (and then sticking them in his mouth, of course), and making me avoid putting him in shorts so he doesn't scrape up his knees. He's crawling in the yard. He's crawling in the driveway. He's crawling in the garage and at the park and on the sidewalk. And all I really want is for him to just walk already.