Walk, baby, walk

Our doughy little baby, at the age of 16 months, has begun to walk. At first, when we discovered his talent for standing, he would giggle his face off and pump his fists downwards, full of pride. This has now given way to walking - first a few steps, then back to bum scooting, his standby move.

Yesterday, though, was a moment of triumph, as he toddled, giggling and beaming, all the way around the skating rink where G-force was playing ringette. I tried to redirect him, but he would have none of it. This walking sure is fun, but now the chasing and scooping begins. Oh dear.