It was time....

Mum, dad and I were playing in the lounge room last night when I decided that it was probably time I walked. I've been pulling myself up on things and walking around furniture since January / February.

So I just stood up unsupported and walked ten steps across the room. Then I stopped, stood there for a while and then promptly fell over.

You could have heard a pin drop. While mum and dad lifted their jaws up off the ground, I took another six or so steps and walked over to the couch. The I was off. Zigzagging across the room ever so daintily! Mum & dad were in shock and forgot to cheer at first - but they made up for it later with lots of kisses and hugs. Lucky! or they would have been in trouble!

Later mum compared my walking to being like a cautious tip-toeing cat-burglar...but I don't understand what she means by that?