Roy crawled up our slate stairs. He just took off. Our laundry is downstairs along with a big rumpus, and the kids always have a good play down there while I'm doing the laundry. Lucky I happened to be watching Roy when he decided to follow Sheena up the stairs. I don't even like Sheena going up the stairs unsupervised. The slate tiles are so unforgiving.
He is still a happy little fella despite his food intollerances which we are working on. His speech has progressed a little since he had grommets, and he'll now say mum, and he definitely boogies to music a lot more than he used to. Today, he was standing without any support for a little while. Those first steps can't be too far away now.
