12 Steps

Jay and I are in DC this weekend, for Jeremy Gold's wedding. My parents flew to New York to stay with Roan, and are teaching him how to walk. I can't believe it. We leave town, and he takes 12 steps?! I counted them twice - 12 steps. That's 4 times the number steps that he's taken with me. And what is my mom baiting him with - a latex glove? Really Roan, that's all it takes to get you to walk: a 99 cent choking hazard?

It was so exciting to watch this video this morning. Once we got over the initial thrill of sleeping in (and by "sleeping in" I mean waking up at 8AM), we really missed the Robot. And here he is, walking to Grandma Mac and giving her a hug.

Thanks to Grandpa Mac for sending this video. He's off screen, but I guarantee he is wearing the same kangaroo shirt as Roan (I bought them matching shirts in Australia) - but in a much larger size.