There we were, tuckered out, deliriously happy at what a full and satisfying day we'd had, sitting on a bench in our favorite Manhattan playground while our baby girl made friends with some "older" toddlers. I had been at work in Brooklyn all day, Gaby had been up and down the island running errands, Biet had been on multiple subways and to multiple parks, and we were finally all together relaxing in warm evening air. Biet was tired and happy after making the rounds from the slide to the swings to the fountain to the "sand kitchen", and was now taking it easy, holding on to her stroller next to the bench where Gaby and I snuggled. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw her let go. She wobbled back and forth, a look of determination washed over her face, and she went for it. One foot, two foot, step step step.. from the stroller to the bench. She walks! I silently shook Gaby's leg and pointed as soon as I saw her leaning in for her first step, so he witnessed the monumental moment with me. At 15 months it is finally happening: full mobility. I have a feeling our whole world is about to be turned upside down, but I am so pround of her!
*Oh, and yes, I am sitting in Biet's stroller in that swing photo. There were no benches by the swings, so a pregnant Mama who's been on her feet all day is gonna do what she's gotta do*
