That's what I kept calling Owen this weekend. "Why?," you may ask. "Why praytell, were you referring to him by some godawful 90's TV Show starring Chuck Norris?" (By the by, click on that link - you won't be disappointed.)
Well, it's simple.
Because he walked this weekend. I'm not talking one or two measly steps here and there ... Eight or Nine measly steps, thank you very much! :) Yup, he did it on Friday night and we have 'em on tape. And he kept doing it. Walking from his dad to me.
Of course, when we try to get him to re-enact this award winning scene in public, he won't. He either a) stumbles and pretends to fall, or b) gets shy and coyly turns his head away. My boy, the prince of drama. He gets it from my mother. Oh dear. Poor boy. ;)
Woohooo!!!! That's so awesome. yeah Owen!!
When Sami was at that phase, she kept walking 5 steps and then collapsing. Then one time it was 9 steps. Then the next time, I stopped counting at 55 steps! It's funny how she was stuck at 5 steps for a week, then all the sudden, she busted out with 55!
Good job, O!!
Oh wow, 55 steps?! What in the world! Uh oh. UH OH.