M took her first unassisted step yesterday. It came as a bit of a surprise, since she still doesn’t balance on her own for all that long. But minutes before R came home from work, she cruised along a chair, decided she wanted to move to the ottoman, lifted her hand, balanced, stepped forward, and put her hand down on the ottoman. It happened so fast, it took me a minute to fully comprehend what she had done. But it seemed like such a minor thing … not really walking, not even close to walking. Walking was still a long ways away.
But for the hell of it, R and I decided to see if she would walk back and forth between us tonight. She walked like a drunk, and there were lots of falls and voluntary collapses, but she walked. She definitely walked.
(By the way, the photographer in me is insulted by the poor quality, exposure and composition of these images … please forgive, they are screen shots from a movie we took.)