
As I've mentioned before, for months now Owen has been sort of walking, but lacking some key elements of the skill set, like being able to stop. Yesterday morning, though, I put him down in a standing position, and instead of immediately grabbing my leg or plopping down on his bottom, he stayed standing. After a moment of careful consideration, he took off and walked into the next room, as if he'd been doing it his whole life. He kept it up all day. This afternoon I went to pick him up at the daycare, and there he was, standing in the doorway, my little toddler. We met Daddy and the three of us went to get burritos. Once there, Owen wanted to get out of the stroller, so we let him out, and he walked straight to the door. We went outside and he proceeded to walk home. He walked almost the entire way by himself - a distance of nearly half a mile. He refused any assistance, and when we picked him up to give him a break, he struggled to escape, crying "down! down!"... Owen doesn't do things by half measures. It was marvelous - a perfect way to celebrate the first warm, sunny day of the year.