Walking!

Austin is now walking! It's a blend of tippy-toes and "the frankenstein", which makes him look like a drunk ballerina, but he LOVES his new independence. Now I spend all my time running after him and moving unsafe objects out of harm's way. Even relatively harmless objects are now dangerous when Austin barrels toward it face-first. It's hard to watch him get all the bruises and scrapes, but I know I gotta step back and let him do his thing.