And He's Off...

It's the end of the world as we know it. Not only has Colter sprouted even more teeth (official count is 4 with another surfacing) he's taken his first steps. Last night it was 4 steps and Grandma called in with 2 steps today.

It all started a couple of weeks ago when I made the mistake of walking him around the house. He'd grasp my index fingers as tight as he could and we'd go for "walkies." This week it turned into let's take Mommie for a walk. He'll crawl over to me, stand up and take my fingers with his hands as if to say "c'mon, butt off the couch, let's go."