Officially Walking

It was the afternoon of being a parent that you dream of. Rob at one end of the living room. Me at the other. Robby in the middle - walking. Walking to Daddy. Turning around. Walking to Mommy. 15 minutes of pure fun! He is on the move and we can officially call him a "walker"!  As for my survey of "to save or not to save" on the hair...thanks for the thoughts via phone/reply/etc. My mom gave the best yet: "You just have to choose what you'll be sentimental about - because there is a lot." Good call, mom. Mom's are great. 

This is Robby recently at the Zoo with his first cousin's once removed. Or something like that. My Uncle's children who are his age. Whatever.