Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that? I was really stubborn when it came to learning how to walk. For a couple of months now, I could stand up, hold onto things and cruise around with help from the furniture, but if Mommy & Daddy tried to help me, forget it. If they tried to stand me up, I would sit right down. If I was going to learn to walk on my own, it would be on my own terms and in my own time. I didn't want any help except from inanimate objects.
And then, on Sept. 20, 2008 at 14 Months and 9 Days, it happened. First, I practiced standing and balancing. When I was pretty good at that, it was a step here and a step there. Then when Grandpa George came to visit, I walked from him to the coffee table where Daddy's cell phone was. Now I'm weeble-wobbling all over the place but I still mixed it up with crawling just because I'm an expert at that.
Mommy & Daddy have tried getting me walking on video which up until now has been like trying to capture real footage of Bigfoot or a Yeti. But of course, I always eventually give in...
