Otis is walking!

And sleeping in a big boy bed... And growing up far too quickly.

He's been taking a short sequence of steps for the last week or two, but only very sporadically, and with no real determination to keep going. His foot is still quite turned in, but he appears to have mastered how to manage that. I need to be more vigilant with the physio-prescribed exercises. She and I both thought standing would alleviate it a little, but it doesn't seem to have done so.

Anyway, just tonight, Mum was over and we were chatting on the balcony. He walked over to grab something dangerous and age-inappropriate, and we clapped and cheered like the maniacs we are. Then, after falling, he got back up, and gave it another shot. And another. And another. He simply wasn't giving up!

His legs are so skinny. Mum keeps noting how similar they are to mine — not much shape to the poor old calves. Sorry Otskin! You inherited Mama's spindly calves.

We bought him an extendable junior bed from Ikea yesterday. He was in heaven at the store, jumping from bed to bed. hiding under the covers, lying there all sprawled out with his eyes closed and a big grin on his face. Cute by anybody's standards. Anyway, he's still waking a few times a night, but he's quite easily re-settled in his own room, and doesn't come in with us until 4 at the earliest, but usually around 5. I just wish he'd sleep more soundly between 5 and 6, 6:30, as I really don't get much sleep during that period at all. Garbage trucks, snoring, tossing, shifting Phil, and a only lightly sleeping little boy don't make for ideal sleeping circumstances. Oh well. Progress has been made.

Otis has also just broken two new teeth, top and bottom right, with another 3 or so on their way. He's managing proper food so much better, sandwiches are swallowed within minutes, and he attacks apples very well.

His new interest is babies... How telling.

He is absolutely scrumtious, and I love him more and more with each passing moment. Sometimes I think I'll just burst.