Officially a Mom of a Toddler

So Lucas finally started walking on his grandma's 49th birthday. At 1 year, 4 months, 2 weeks and 6 days old, he finally decided to start walking. Yes, I did say decided, not learned. I've known he's been able to do it since his first birthday from the way he would cruise around the furniture, or the way he'd stand up in the middle of the floor. I remember being so happy on January 2 of this year when he finally took his first step, and then another. I watched as he took eight steps towards daddy, then another dozen or so, and thought, this is it. It wasn't though, he decided he was bound to crawl.

Then last night I turned around to see him walking, and he sat down. I asked him if he was walking behind my back all the time. That was it though, he started walking lots. Life changes yet again, as we finally hit a milestone we've been wanting to hit for a long time. I don't think Lucas realizes just how proud and excited we are. He loves the attention he's getting from it all though, and I don't blame him one bit (he loves the limelight).

So yes, I'm not officially a mom of a toddler, and you know what, I'm not worried one bit. I don't feel I have a reason to be. I know what's suppose to come ahead, but Lucas is a good enough little boy (he's no longer a baby) that I'm not too worried. I miss him being that little baby boy, but I welcome this new stage of life with a huge embrace.

Our next adventure will be potty training. Fun...