One small step...

I have been trying to walk for three or four months now, by walking along the couch, the wall, Frankie, or anything else I can use to keep my balance. I started taking two or three steps on my own about a month and a half ago, but then I would always fall down. Well, this past week it has all finally clicked. I am off and walking. I still fall down, but not as much. I take about 10 steps and then I fall. I am so excited that I can get across the room to a toy, and not have to crawl. I know Uncle Daniel and Aunt Ivanka will be excited because I am suppose to walk down the aisle as the flower girl for their wedding (I still may need a little help from Daddy).