Well, Tate's walking. Heartbreak. Excitement. Pride. Sadness. All rolled up into one crazy, nameless emotion. It just happened, just like that. It was Sunday the 15th that he realized he can get from point A to point B by walking. And he does. He's doing really well with it. He will still fall a lot and revert back to crawling to finish out his journey, but I think he'll be walking by the time he is officially 15 months old (4 days away). I'm one big mess about it too. I've already cried several times because my baby is no longer a baby! And it is definitely not time for another one!! Anyone have a newborn they'd like to loan me? Baylee is being such a sweetheart. Making up for Tate being a huge pill I guess. We went to grandma's house earlier this week to stop me from killing one, if not both, of them. It worked. Both kids are still breathing. Success! ...