Walk-a-saurus

Did I tell you that Marty is walking now? Like a pro! He's been practicing for a few weeks (basically since we arrived in Abby) and has finally decided that it's the most efficient mode of transportation. (Unless he has to crawl up, over, under, around, or off of something.) We were at The Bay getting a shirt for Paul to wear for the wedding. The boys were cruising around the menswear department while he tried on a bazillion shirts. It was during that major heat wave and the cool cement (nevermind how filthy dirty it was!) must have felt so good on Marty's chubby little feet, he just couldn't resist the feel of it. And his newfound freedom. A sales lady who was walking by and saw him toddling along said, "There goes your baby!". Gulp. She was right.