The First Step

Nate took his first steps yesterday. Unassisted.

He was in rare form the night before with a temper tantrum the likes of which had never been seen. At least not in our house. This lead to a rough night of sleep for baby, which equated to a rough night for Mommy. DH was kind enough to run to Mickey D's and treat me to a hot mocha so I could jump start my day. As he returned and handed me the cup, Nate pulled up on a nearby TV tray and took a step toward me. After that first step, he couldn't quite discern what had just happened and he plopped down on his butt. Cheering erupted from the sidelines as DH and I couldn't contain ourselves.

Sure, he has been crawling and cruising (or attempting to cruise) for almost 2 months. And pulling himself up even longer. But it was still unexpected and surreal that my little boy just took his first step. It was quite exhilarating.

Of course, I had to test his abilities and ensure it wasn't a fluke. So after much enticing, I was able to get him to take two more unassisted steps. It's official. It's the real thing. We have a walker. Or we're at least on the brink of one.

I'm still unsure if I should celebrate or cry.