Tristan walked for the first time, last weekend. She only took three steps, but she walked. She didn’t walk again, however, for a whole other week.
The second time was today. She was trying to walk all the way from me on one short side of a friend’s dining to my wife, on the other side. Tristan tried several times. After starting, she would lose her balance, fall and then continue the journey on hands and knees. She’d hug her mother at the completion of the walk/crawl, then crawl back to me to start the effort all over to walk to her mom, all over again.
The most amount of steps she took at any one time was five, and, usually, she only took one to three steps, but she did so repeatedly. It was a joy to behold.
I can’t wait to she recognizes that she can walk to me, too.
