Walking! We have walking!

We interrupt this regularly scheduled roadtrip to bring you major news.

William is walking. That's right. WALKING!

Let's say it some more, shall we? Walking! Walkingwalkingwalking!

He's been tentatively taking a step for about a week now. He would take a step, think better of it, then slowly crumple to the floor and crawl away. Then, on Sunday afternoon, William took a few halting steps in the pool. And then last night, here in our hotel room in 29 Palms, he took several steps, and Diane, David and I cheered madly (and yes, with some delighted surprise). He lapped up the attention and kept on trying. And today, he's managed to log several series of at least six or seven steps in a row!

Of course, he staggers a bit like a drunk, but he gets this wonderful huge smile on his face, like he knows he's accomplishing something special. Which of course he is! He's so funny.

Walking at last! I feel like he invented walking or something, I'm so proud. My friend Jennifer speculated that maybe he hadn't tried more to walk earlier because we had that scary tile floor all over our house--and he's smart enough to know that it hurts when you fall down on a floor like that. Makes sense to me. I guess it just took some confidence-building, a little leap of faith, and some carpet to get him moving on two legs.

Yay!

Okay. That's the big news. Isn't it funny that William saved this up for the last few hours that we are living here in the Stumps? We head out tomorrow morning...