Walking? Walking!

OK, so Bry has actually been bi-pedaling around under his own power for a week or two. But I've been too lazy and/or have experienced too much smoke inhalation in the past couple of weeks to go about documenting all of the crazy, upright, drunken-looking lurching about that has been going on. We decided that Bry took his first official steps just shy of his first birthday. I didn't realize that it would be so difficult to determine when, exactly Bry started walking. Of course, if I actually sat down to think about it, I guess it would make sense that Bry would not one day immediately morph from crawling about on all fours to zipping around on all twos (I'm running out of ways to say 'walk,' here). His daycare providers actually excitedly announced to us about 3 weeks ago that he had taken five steps, which was more than he had taken at that point. I totally didn't count it because Bry hadn't been explicitly told yet that he is to save all momentous firsts for the eyes of his parents alone. Preferably his mother, but I'll give half credit to developmental spurts that occur on daddy's watch.

So far, he's made it up to about 8 or 9 steps unassisted before he tumbles forward or catches himself on a piece of furniture. He's been surprisingly cautious about the whole endeavor, given his rough and tumble style of crawling all over anything that crosses his path (usually Steve). For weeks, Bry would carefully let go of the furniture and take one, maybe two steps before crumpling to his knees and crawling off to wherever he wanted to go. He's definitely gaining more confidence as the days go by. Everyone tells us he's gonna be up to full speed before we know it. Guess we better warn the more vulnerable members of the family about the impending doom. I'm talking to you, kitty.