Hey world.  It’s me.  The Little Sir.

So I’m 14 months old now and Mama has been on my case to start walking.  I took my first steps about a month ago, but I haven’t been all that committed to it.  Mama keeps telling me that I need to start walking so that I can keep up with the Little Miss and Little Mister this summer.

But whatev.  I mean, I’ve figured…who needs to walk?  I’m a pretty chill Little Dude and I don’t like to over-exert myself.  All I’ve ever had to do was crawl over to Mama, pull on her pant legs, flash her my sweetest baby boy smile, and BOO-YA!  She’d pick me up and carry me wherever I wanted to go.  So as I’ve seen it, walking was for chumps!

And yet time marches on, and my laziness could only hold out so long.  As my good buddy Willy Shakespeare once said, “What strong hand can hold his swift foot back?…O, none, unless this miracle have might.”

And so this week, with a bit of cajoling from my parents, this happened…

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And so there you have it folks.  I’m a-walkin’.  And a-talkin’.  But lest you think my parents got the better of me, let me assure you that I still reign as the Lil Sir Boss Man in this house.  And I’ve still got my Mama wrapped around all ten of my chubby baby boy fingers.  BOO-YA!