We have take-off. Gage has been getting more brave with cruising from couch to couch over the past month or so, but it’s just in the past few weeks that I’d say he’s officially walking. Sometimes, more like a drunken sailor than an athlete, but I think it’s cuter that way.
He still likes to hold my finger when we’re out so he’s not feeling completely independent. My back is already looking forward to not having to carry him every single minute.