He stands more than sits. He propels himself around furniture while we fret over the sharp corners. He throws himself off of things, onto to things, relishing the newness of it all. He walks more than crawls. He walks. Aside from feeling pretty crappy the last week, our boy is a walker. In days he'll be running. In a flash he'll be jumping, sliding, catching, swimming, making me fret every second of every single solitary day. It's amazing and terrifying and we are so proud of him. All of us, including his biggest fan, big sister Caroline.

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  1. At 11 months, an official walker! Go Con!