Quinn is so close to walking. He will no longer sit in my lap (except to read, thank goodness!) because if I sit he wants to stand. He squirms down until his feet are on the floor and stands there quite happily. He will pull up on ANYTHING - the coffee table, the couch, a drawer, and the handles on our appliances.
If we kneel down and offer him our hands he smiles and gives us one hand at a time, and then bounces up and down in his sqweaky shoes and laughs. He is SO proud of himself!
Our physical therapist predicts he'll be walking in a month. Mama and Baba have the video camera ready, but Great Aunt Jan is a little nervous about this development. Her fear: "Can you imagine that mind with legs to match?"