He's a walker!

It's official - he's a walker! He still has a bit of a lurching, Frankenstein quality to his walk, with an unsteady gait and a super-wide stance, but he is definitely up and on the go. And today he mastered standing up from a seated position without leaning on the wall. Full steam ahead, baby! In other news, our kisses have dried up for some reason. We cannot get kisses out of him, despite trying incessantly. He will give kisses to his stuffed animals when we ask him to (hmmm, how am I losing out to a stuffed dog?). It's very disappointing. He is obsessed with dropping his toys into things, just to watch them fall, so we are constantly finding little presents in the laundry hamper and our clothes drawers. He has also discovered Daddy's cricket hat, which is a giant white floppy number, and he has taken to plopping it on his head and then toddling off with the hat over his eyes and his vision totally blocked. We should probably get up and make sure he doesn't run into anything . . . . but it sure is funny to watch!

Walking!!