1 year, 4 months, 12 days, 5 hours, and 42 minutes after Nathan’s birth (22nd February 2009 at 14:38pm) … both boys (Nathan and I) were sitting on the living room floor rolling a mini football to each other. The ball rolls again to Nathan, but now he tries to use his foot to push the ball back to Daddy. However, he discovers that one leg in-front and one leg behind is just too uncomfortable for a man.

Then both his little hands spread down on the floor, his pampers-protected bottom pointed to the sky, and from the crouching-cub position … he unfolded into a standing little boy … about 50 centimeters from the ball.

What happen next is all a blur for me … all I remember seeing is one foot moving forward and successfully landing on the ground. Admittedly, everything attached to the foot was still wobbling, but that did not stop the other foot copying the first! TWO STEPS!

I can only recall two thoughts … where is the camcorder when you need it and will the pamper’s nappy cushion the fall? I guess that both Nathan and I were equally surprised and my to-be third thought of whether or not he was going to kick the ball was quickly answered by Nathan landing back in a sitting position in a controlled manner and gabbing the ball with a happy sense of accomplishment!