Tonight Nicholas took his 1st steps. They were in our kitchen after dinner (a dinner where he fed himself roasted chicken, green beans, & pumpkin pie- seriously).
They weren’t graceful. They were out of frustration of being denied the opportunity to open and explore inside all of the cabinets. They were “you are wrong & I am right & I will show you” steps (I am told he gets this attitude from me.) . They were clumsy- yet oh.so.determined (this he gets from his daddy).
They were small and few but, by golly, they were steps. Unsupported steps straight into my arms.