I know at some point I'll take for granted the sight of Austin walking. But it's been a month and a half almost, and I still can't get enough it seems. Maybe it's because he still holds his arms out as if he's walking on a tightrope. Or possibly it's because his face contains unrestrained joy at his feat. It's really all he wants to do these days -- pick things up, carry them around, give 'em a little chew, and throw them as far as possible. And then walk around some more -- and almost always on the heels of his older brother.
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