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OK,
So the story goes like this.

Eva is taking me to go to get weighed at the community midwife and my dad suggests that she should ask the very smart woman there if they had any ideas as to how to get me walking.

And I get weighed, and I getting ever more bonny. And the midwife says, 'just wait here a sec and I'll come back and talk about the walking thing.' And she comes back and I decide in the meantime just to get up and toddle off.

So I'm walking.
A little Frankenstein-esque, a little rocky, but definately doing the walking thing. And day-by-day I'm getting more stable and a good bit faster and whey-hey-hey, I'm outta here.