This resulted in difficulty with moving my feet without falling, so I moved on from there to being on my knees.
I am thus able to move my knees sequentially. This would seem to be the answer to my quandary if it were not for the fact that I have not the slightest clue as to what my hands are supposed to do. Thus I remain, on all fours, waiting for the day that I will discover the next step in the process. Occasionally I will fall onto my tummy, inching my way towards objects, but, typically, I wait, staring at my hands and willing them to do something useful. While I wait, my dear sister keeps moving incessantly. Even when she is attempting to help me, I can't help but find it a little insulting.
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