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April 3, 2009
Officially a toddler
Owen started taking steps the day he turned 11 months old, but he's made it clear that walking was more of a novelty than a form of transportation. For the most part, he would only walk *to* someone, always with a huge grin on his face, and always crash landing into someone's arms. Oh, he started making a lone step or two between pieces of furniture, but when faced with distances over two feet, he almost always dropped to his knees without bothering to try to walk.
Yesterday, he made the turn. If he was already standing and wanted to get somewhere, he walked until he lost his balance. He walked to the door, to toys, to the stairs, to everywhere. Today, he even started walking around the living room while we Wii'd, just for the fun of it. As much fun as it is to watch him discover his legs, I'm sad that the slap slap of his hands on the tile is coming to an end, and not just because I won't be able to hear him coming.
Posted by me at April 3, 2009 8:55 PM