First step

This morning, while standing next to me as I ate breakfast (since sitting in his highchair was just unacceptable this morning) Paul took a step. I'm not sure he realized he'd done it; it took me a few seconds to realize myself what he'd done. Friday Derrick discovered a third tooth in Paul's mouth. Not terribly surprising, since he was completely coated in slobber much of the day. Happily, teething didn't upset him much. He's been the same happy kid, if a little more interested chewing on things, in spite of the tooth coming in. Sigh. He's growing up way too fast.