"Ashley.  It’s for you."  I yell.  As she’s walking to the phone, I walk back into the living room to our unattended baby.  And, she’s sitting there.  She isn’t using her pillow for support.  Her head is wobbling a little.  I think it’s to heavy for her body, but she is sitting up.

"Ashley."  I yell, and she came running with the phone still in hand.

I just point to Taylor when Ashley gets in there.

"My baby is sitting up by herself."  Ashley yells into the phone before ending the conversation.

"Who was that?"  I ask.

"One of my artist."  She says grabbing the camera to take a picture of Taylor.  As she is about to snap it, Taylor again falls over into a fit of giggles.

Now I just think she’s doing it on purpose.

Another month and a half passes, and Taylor is trying hard to crawl.  Right now, she is just pulling herself across the floor by her arms.  She’s sitting in the floor playing with toys while Ashley and I are making out on the sofa.  Yes, I know the baby is in the room.  But, they say the earliest real memory every remembered was by a one year old.  So, she won’t remember this, and I need my Ashley time.  I feel a little hand on arm, and I see Taylor sitting on the floor.  Ashley looks at her too.

"How’d you get over here?"  She asks looking at the baby.

Instead of doing anything, Taylor just turns around and crawls back over to her toys.  She doesn’t do her funky crawl as we’ve been calling it.  She crawls like she is supposed to.  Ashley and I just stare at each other.

"At least we know one thing now."  Ashley says.

"What is that baby?"  I ask.

"She loves to do new things we we aren’t looking."  She laughs.

"Well, we will have to watch out for that when she gets older."  I say kissing her again.

A week later, we decided to go to the mall with a 7 month old baby.  Ashley is signing autographs for fans, and my cell phone is ringing.  I sit Taylor down while I get my phone.  When I finally find it, it stops ringing.  When I look down, Taylor is gone.

"Ashley, the baby."  I yell.

She looks around, and we see Taylor crawling her way through the people.

"Someone catch that baby."  Ashley yells as we run after her.  We are jumping over tables, dodging people left and right frantically trying to catch up with this baby.

When I finally get her, she’s giggling.

"Don’t you ever do that again."  I say to the laughing baby.

She doesn’t say a word.  She looks for me to Ashley as a little spit bubble comes out of her mouth.

Yes, this is Ashley Davies’ kid.  I don’t doubt it one bit.