So, at 13 months, to the day, the boy became a walker. Literally, he went from creeping around 2 or 3 steps at a time, to “I walk now.” Overnight.
It was absolutely crazy.
His 13 months day also happened to be my Gran’s birthday (or would have been, were she still with us). So, I thought it was a very fitting day for him to decide to become a big(ger) boy. My Gran would have loved him. He would totally have been her favorite. I’m not just saying that, and yes, she really did keep favorites… I know from experience 🙂