She is finally on two feet! We knew she had all the pieces to make it happen, but it was just a matter of deciding when to do it. Her favorite past time while waiting at the Soldier Hollow Lodge for her brothers to ski is to stand up in the middle of the big round tables like a statue on a pedestal and on this day she decided to take a few unexpected tottering steps to the edge. Later that afternoon Liz, Abby and I decided to try her at it again. This is what happened.
For the next two weeks she would only walk on her own if she had a crowd of applauding, adoring fans. But now she is a full on walker and is proud of it, leaning out of my arms whenever I try to carry her and demanding "falk! falk!"