Finally

It seems to have taken F-O-R-E-V-E-R for Riley to decide he wants to make walking a part of his life. Last Friday at work, he thought the stairs of the mezzanine were worth the effort. He walked across the shop like it was nothing. He still preferred crawling to walking, but then this last weekend he changed his mind. If he's standing, you can bet he'll walk to his next destination. I'll admit that Dave and I were a little taken aback last night when we were in the kitchen talking, and then suddenly we saw a little head walking by. Just weird...

Busted up

Last night Riley was under the dining room table crawling around when all of a sudden his hands came out from under him and he smacked his cheek on the bottom rim of the chair. He has a nice bruise on his cheek today and since this is the first time he has had an injury that left a lasting mark, I deemed it blog worthy.