That's right folks, the dreaded day has arrived. I have a full-fledged I-don't-need-your-stinkin'-help-anymore-mommy-WALKER! I really was hoping he'd never figure this out. I was hoping he would need me to take him everywhere and help him, always. But, alas, Matthew has mastered the art of WALKING. WALKING. WALKING! AHHH!
Two weeks away from ONE. Walking. I can't handle it.
I don't have a photo of this venture, yet, so you'll have to just enjoy this equally cute photo of my brother (who turns 13 on Friday!) and Matt. :)