The Gait of Chaos

Max has started walking. Officially. Not just the 1 or 2 steps. Like 5 or 6 at a time before he carshes to the floor. And he gets right back up and tries again. Well not really. Lauren and I pick him up and he tries again. Now we are so paranoid of him falling and crashing into the tile floor or the firplace we are trying to figure what is the best way to foam pad the entire place. The look on Max's face is awesome when he walks. He is so confident and determined and his walk is so unsteady and jerky that the face and legs do not match. He looks like a litte drunk man. Time to sign him up for T-ball yet?