Rob and I were looking at pictures last night spanning the time from our November post (new job, staying at Dad & Gwen's, selling the house in Oakland, not walking but crawling, sort of eating solids, definitely wearing baby clothes and that precious, round baby face - well, he still has that!) to now and having that immediate, simultaneous realization that our baby is now, definitely, inarguably, a toddler. Leo is walking. He took his first steps in Houston, at Paula's house a couple of weeks ago. We applauded for him when he did it and got in the habit of clapping (something else he does quite well, particularly to indicate that he wants something) when he took a few indpendant steps. He now will make it from coffee table to fireplace and look back with a huge, very proud, grin as if to say, "Aren't you going to clap? Where is my applause?" He demands an adult finger to walk wherever he pleases but can make it quite far, if he chooses, without assitance. He eats just about anything that we're eating and likes most everything. We know he's done when he starts, very casually, dropping food on the ...