Steps

All the waiting has paid off: at just shy of 26 months old, Finn took his very first unassisted steps this morning. Two, to be exact. And I was there to see it!

He's been cruising around furniture for months, becoming more and more proficient at it, and several weeks ago mastered his push toy. I knew it was only a matter of time before he took his first steps hands-free, and figured it would happen almost accidentally, without his even realizing he was doing it. And that seems to be exactly what happened. He was standing up holding onto my legs in the kitchen and he let go and took two steps over to nearest cabinet. At which point I started jumping up and down and yelling for joy, and poor Finn started crying because of the ruckus I was making. I wish I had some video footage of it all, but of course I don't; these moments happen so unexpectedly, it's impossible to be armed and ready with the video camera.

I knew he would walk in his own time, just like everything else. And I know that, though he's taken the first steps towards becoming a real walker, like everything else, it will progress in slow motion and it will probably still be quite a while before he's using walking as his main mode of getting around. It's all okay, though.

It's just amazing how much every little thing means.