He walked

Greg and I have managed to coax a few steps out of Rex here and there, but mostly he's too afraid of falling the 12 inches from his bum to the floor and refuses to walk. And then, on Friday, he did. He was in his room playing with Hannah and Greg and I walked down the hall to put something away and he followed me, on two feet. It was pretty amazing. So while he still mostly crawls, each day Rex spends more and more time on two feet and less and less on all fours. Hopefully, we'll meet my goal of complete walking before the sun comes out permanently, so we can go outside without ruining all of Rex's pants.