Stone is officially a walker. He's been walking for a couple weeks now but he's finally gotten to the stage where he can start doing damage. Downhill walks always follow the same progression:
- "Hey this is easy"
- "Man I'm going so fast"
- "Dear God, why is the ground coming towards my face at such a high rate of speed?"
He is learning to avoid step three by bailing out at the last minute. He is also suave enough to play off these radical changes in direction as if they were done on purpose. Observe a recent walk at the SF botanical garden:
The ocean is no longer a fearsome foe of doom but an awesome plaything. The last time we went to the ocean he hung onto us (or Dan) for dear life, terrified by the tide's three inches of death. This time he was trying to run into the surf. We decided a more controlled ocean experience was best:
On a completely different note Stone has made remarkable strides in the vocab department. He is now able to point/grab the correct body part when we say "Where is your (eye | ear | head)?" Quite impressive. I'd go so far as to say he is eighteen to nineteen years away from college at most.
