He's not walking yet, but two days ago he took his first cautious, solo step. He was in the play area in the nursery, standing and holding one of his squishy play bricks, and when Granny said, "Come to Granny," he thought carefully and then took one tiny shuffling step before falling into her arms! There will be many more steps, of course -- the question is, how soon?
He's been battling his first real illness for the past few days. His temperature was in the 101.5 to 102 range for a couple of days, though thankfully today it's down to the mid 100s. He has a runny nose, a horrible wet cough, and is very uncomfortable. There are intermittent periods, though, where he perks up and wants to play, smile, etc., so it's not desperate . . . it's just so sad. We're watching closely to make sure he doesn't get any worse, and he's been sleeping in bed with us for the last few nights. I just hope so much that he is better in the morning and starts to slowly mend. I hate to see him like this; it makes me want to cry.
We are lucky that the new upstairs neighbor is a pediatrician. She came down and examined him and gave us a homeopathic remedy for him, plus some fresh thyme to steep in a bowl next to the bed. She said we can go up there at any time, if necessary. What a comfort to have her right upstairs!