Shortly after Miles and I got to Colorado (when was that, a month ago?), he started taking small steps between people. At most he would take three steps before falling into my arms on purpose. Sadly, Chris was still in North Carolina for these steps.
Luckily Miles decided to hold off on walking farther until Daddy was here. I walked out of the bedroom one day to see him let go of the dining table and walk toward something in the middle of the room. And after a few more days, he has gained a lot of confidence. My brother likes to make fun of him for walking with his hands in the air, but I’m more worried about the tongue in his mouth; surely this will result in some accidents.
And so far walking has definitely brought some minor damage to his face. I’ve had several people comment to me that they can tell he is “all boy” from the wide array of scrapes and bruises on his face and legs. Hopefully he’ll get a little bit more stable soon.