This is getting out of hand

Owen looked at this blog recently and decided there were too many pictures of Abby.

So here are Owen, Runaround and Muffin.

This cat thing isn't slowing down, either. The other day after finishing dinner, Owen was handed a cloth to wipe his face. He did so. Then we noticed him putting said cloth down the back of his pants.

Sue: Owen! What are you doing?

Owen: Washing my tail.

Baby steps

When Owen was a wee lad, he followed the usual pattern of first learning to sit up, then crawl, then pull himself up to a standing position, then take tentative steps whilst holding onto furniture.

Then, one day, and I remember this well, he was standing while hanging onto the stair rail and then just let go of the rail and took off like he'd been shot out of a cannon. He didn't walk so much as scurry, and with a constant forward lean that made it look as though he was always fighting against a strong breeze.

Abby has followed all the same steps, but has stalled a little at the walking. She motors around the furniture, and yet for a few unaided steps here and there can't seem to be bothered to walk much. Any day now, though, we expect a full-on scamper, and poor Owen won't know what hit him.

Here's Abby's latest steps. (You may consider turning down the volume, as Sue got a little excited while recording.)