He can do it.

For a couple of weeks now, I've heard rumors about the "W" word. 
Rumors that he's taken steps. Steps? I've never seen steps. I've never seen A step.

Today when I picked up the kids from daycare the providers told me, too. His note from preschool read that, "Dylan was taking 4-5 steps today!" 

FOUR to FIVE?   

I asked him about it when we got home. "Um Dylan.  You can walk?!  Will you show Mama, Dylan?  Pleeeease?!!" He said, "No". 

Still slightly unconvinced about this whole Dylan walking thing, I went in to the kitchen feeling quite confused.   Three seconds later I heard him and Cassidy talking.  She was asking him to walk. "C'mon Dyl.  You know you can do it!". 

I grabbed my camera and filmed undercover.

I totally caught him!

His face says it all.

How can I describe what this feels like? What this means? How this all must make Dylan feel? Ahhh...

Saying, "I am proud of you, Dylan" scarcely scratches the surface.