On Saturday, Lucas took his first two steps by himself.
On Sunday, he practiced standing without support.
On Monday, he invented a game that involves standing up on our bed and falling backward into our arms.
That's the fun news.
On Sunday, as if to confirm his toddler status, he also threw his first temper tantrum. I'm talking about a face-rubbed-into-the-carpet, fists-pounding-the-floor, legs-kicking, high-pitched-screaming tantrum.
The fit came about because I was trying to prevent him from slamming his fingers in my desk drawers. I suggested we read a book instead. And then the tantrum commenced.
Wow. We're in for some rough waters.