Look Who's Walking

Tate doesn't really crawl much anymore. He's really quite proud of himself and very cute about it. He carefully stands up and then with a big goofy grin on his face he does his best imitation of Frankenstein and waddles across the floor. My favorite is him yelling as he walks into my arms to give me a big hug. Yesterday he walked towards me, then right before he got to me he stopped and then turned.

Today I was trying to read stories to the girls for naptime and I hadn't put Tate down yet. He was just playing around and came to the foot of the futon and Snatched Tyler's polar bear, turned and darted away-then chucking the bear and Laughing out loud to himself as he came back to try and swipe her water bottle. I found myself laughing and the girls joined in, not sure that they realize but I was laughing knowing this was and is only the beginning of his teasing his sisters.

This is for the grandparents-some of his beginning 1st steps.