Be Still My Beating Heart

Hank took his first ever steps tonight after dinner. Just two of them before falling on his butt, but two steps nonetheless. He tried a few steps here and there later on in the evening. He's far from proficient at this whole walking business, but hopes are high here at Casa de Allen that he'll be tearing the place up soon. (These hopes reside mostly in his father, I'd be happy to see him stay a baby a little longer, but that's just me).