Will crawled today. Oh, he's been getting around for a couple of months, but only by dragging himself, sliding himself, across our wood floors. But not today. Today he got up on his hands and knees and, with a toothless giggle, he took off. It was like he'd been practicing at night in his playpen, hardly able to wait to spring the big surprise on us.
Happy birthday, Will. I love you, buddy.
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