Nine friends and I had a slumber party over the weekend (yes, I'm too old for such things and that is precisely why it was so much fun). When I came home Saturday, I learned that Owen figured out his walking toy earlier that morning. Scott said he just crawled up to it, grabbed the bar to pull himself up and took off. He'll walk until he reaches an obstruction and then wait patiently for someone to come turn him around.
It's occurred to me that Owen has chosen to attain several of his milestones outside of my presence. I must give him stage fright or something. When it's time for those official first steps, I guess I'll have to pretend I'm going off to get a pedicure and then hide out across the street in the neighbors' bushes with a pair of binoculars instead.
p.s. Between the saggy britches and creepy long hair growing behind his ears, he looks like Lil Wayne tried to style Dennis Franz, don't you think?