A few days ago Noah finally took some steps. They were just three little ones, followed by a prompt diaper-cushioned fall, but that's progress. He's still a really content crawler, but as you can see, walking (while holding on) isn't so bad either.
Walking. When he's really a walker it means he's officially not a baby any more, right? I think I'm o.k. with that. I like all of this big boy fun we're having.