If we had moved directly into a one-story, handicap accessible house, we might have missed this.
It started with the 3 steps leading up from the den in my mother's house. In a matter of a weekend, Isaiah had found his way to the top.
Not one week later, and Isaiah had managed to scurry from the bottom of the main staircase to the top all by himself ~ pausing only briefly to flash a huge, proud grin.
Now, if he could only figure out how to get back down by himself, I'd be able to sleep at night...
1 comment:
'Atta boy! You work those stairs Isaiah!
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