Freddie's getting on his feet!

I'm going to interrupt this day of binge-posting belated Christmas entries to let you know that THIS has been happening with Freddie.

This is of note, because, while Jones most DEFINITELY got his money's worth out of RIDING that motorcycle, he completely skipped the phase of using it as a walking trainer (which ... cough, cough ... may explain why he didn't walk until he was eighteen months old). I'm hoping this means that Freddie Bear will be on his feet in the next month or so.

Or maybe I should be careful what I wish for.

At any rate, he's doing great with the walker. In fact, last nite, I said, "Good job, Freddie," and Jones immediately said, "job, Ba-bee," which I'm thinking is a clear expression of brotherly love. Right?

Right.