We knew he was close. We knew it was coming. Well, it's here... in his eleventh month of life, Mylo has started walking. Incredible.
It started the week we got back from Montauk-- the second week of July-- with two or three steps. The next day he took seven. And by the following week he was walking throughout the apartment.
These are the legs that may one day scale Everest, and swim the Dardanelles. These are the legs that may circle baseball diamonds, or run marathons. The legs that will take him down an aisle. And while he walks like a drunken sailor right now (or as Reedu says, like Michael Jackson in Thriller), these are the legs that will grow strong and carry him through his life.
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