I've been so busy this week babbling about thunderstorms, routers (still need help on this one; if you can answer my question, drop me a line), and whether a guy should tell a girl she's pretty if she posts a picture on her site (despite the fact that there's plenty of girl-on-girl action), I forgot to tell you about a very important milestone we reached this weekend.
After eighteen months of worrying, hoping, frustration, and wondering if I would be carrying him around for the rest of his life, Zed finally said to himself, "You know, that walking by yourself thing looks pretty cool. Perhaps I should try it."
That's right folks, we have a new biped in the Cynical Dad household. He's still moving very s--l--o--w--l--y and falling quite frequently, but he's getting better with each passing day.
Nice job, little guy. Now let's do something about that talking thing, okay? Because while I love hearing you say "Dadadada" all the time, it would be nice to hear something else for a change.
Stand And Deliver
