This was a big month for you. You’re FINALLY walking! It happened while you were playing with us in the living room. You’ve been taking a few steps between your mom and I, but the other day you walked right passed me to the stairs so you could engage your favorite activity–which is climbing the staircase. It makes your mom and I really nervous, but we let you do it anyway (at least until we get tired of hovering behind you, ready to catch you when you inevitably slip). I like to think you’re imagining scaling a mountain, carefully choosing your hand and foot holds as you navigate each step. You’ve also discovered the word, “No.” You say it mostly to your cousin, to reinforce our own declarations when he begins doing something that may get him hurt, but you also like to look at us, smile and shake your head when we try and get you to do something you don’t want to do. It’s really adorable now, but I don’t envy future me when you find more of your own agency. Every time I look at you I feel something wonderful happen in my chest. Like the blossoming warmth of a good scotch, but longer, sweeter, and without the burn. It’s been that way since the day you were born and it hasn’t diminished in the slightest. As you learn more and more, I see you transition from a baby to a little person. It’s incredible, and sad, and scary all at the same time.