Fool Me Once . . .

Try as I might, I can't get Becca to walk on her own.  I *thought* we had a break-thru this afternoon; she and I walked the whole length of the hallway, each holding onto one of her little Elmo's hands.  I let go at the end and she took one step before noticing and dropping to her knees.  Then we did it again in the living room.  I cheered, then called Rich.  Unfortunately he was busy working and didn't pick up.  So I called my mom.  We talked for a few quick minutes and then I tried to get Becca to walk with me again.  

No dice.  Now she won't even look at her Elmo, choosing instead to break into hysterics and flop onto the floor when I pick him up.  She does not appreciate me trying to sneak one by her.