Yes, my dears, the boy is walking. He pushes his legs out with a drunken gait and lifts his arms high with a terrifying lack of balance, and forward he goes.
You might be expecting me to have a breakdown about babies growing up and walking away and un-snuggling themselves from my greedy arms, but that's not going to happen this time, I promise.
I totally got it out of my system earlier this morning during a sleepy nursing session. I'll survive.
But...isn't he the cutest thing on two wheels you've ever seen?!