Before I had a chance to get video of #2 clambering onto the sofa, he got so good at it that it's not funny anymore. He just climbs right up there.

And while he's been walking while holding on to something for months now, he had yet to cross open spaces on his own. No more. He's a proper walking baby.

He still looks like a baby - big head, big cheeks, minimal hair. But he walks.

And apparently he says Mama. But not when I'm around. No, he looks at the door I've exited through, and says it.

Pardon me while I pick the pieces of my heart off the floor.