We’ve spent a lot of time recently trying to get L to walk on his own. E and I have sat opposite each other and coaxed L to walk between us, which usually turned out to be a couple of hobbled steps following by a dive into our arms and lap.
This past Friday was his ten month birthday, and he decided it was time to walk without prompting. E calls him the “drunken sailor”.
For the record, those grey and orange spots on his outfit are decoration, not dirt or food. We don’t keep a dirty kiddo.