step one

Dylan,

you took a step last night. Maybe THE step. I guess we'll never really know. You were standing against the couch playing with a three-dimensional star-shaped block that fits through a special star-shaped hole in one of your many many battery-operated noise-making toys. I was crouched down near the floor just a couple feet away, if that, talking to Mom when you turned from the couch, walked over and grabbed my knee. "He just took a step" said Mom, or something a lot like that. It was true, you had not just shuffled your feet and then switched your hands to a new support structure, but had actually turned and taken a step, unsupported but by the floor, over to be closer to Dad. I put your toy back on the couch. You took a look, turned, and stepped back to the couch to pick it up.

Dad

Update: The next day you took two steps over to Grandma!