When Emily was one year old, she used to spend twelve hours a day crawling around the apartment hanging onto her Mom's skirt. Liz felt like a convict, walking around with a ball and chain that had to be fed, bathed and chained. Liz remembers longing for her first steps, so that she could be free. Of course, as soon as she learned to walk, she learned a new talent - taking the clothes out of the laundry hamper and dropping them neatly down the toilet...