Noah's walking like a champ now.
He can walk in straight lines (OK, he walks like a drunken sailor, so it's not really a straight line), he can stop, he can make wide turns and he can squat down, pick up a toy, stand back up and keep going.
But in all this newfound independence, he let me know last week that he still loves me.
I went in to his room one morning when I heard him waking up, and he was still bleary-eyed and sleepy. So I scooped him out of his crib and snuggled him up against me.
After a minute, I laid him down on his changing table and leaned over him. "So how did you sleep?" I asked quietly.
And he reached up, grabbed me by my ears, pulled my face toward his and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. Then he pushed my face back and grinned at me.
I melted.
It's little things like that that make it worth getting out of bed every day.
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