This may be of limited interest

Unless you're interested in babies walking up stairs. However, in this instance, with this audience, I'd wager there'll be a taker or two.

Maybe a week ago, maybe two, maybe one and a half, maybe you get where I'm going: I'm going nowhere, because I don't know when it happened, which is why I'm bracketing the date like a gunner trying to knock a coco-nut off with only three little BB shots, or in the field, with, I don't know, a howitzer, and a man with binoculars behind me, maybe trying to hit an enemy trench, or an enemy tree, or even a frenemy, running away, so maybe a week or two weeks ago, Milo started to walk. It's not like walking unaided, but it's not the tentative one or two steps that other babies take. This is good, because he can't crawl, and all other babies his age can. So having him do something they can't gives us an immense sense of parental pride and self-worth.

So he walks. You hold on to his arms, and when his feet touch the floor they paddle away at a rate of knots and he can't keep up with them, his body leans backwards and his feet trot forwards, and in a sense, he now has considerable freedom. So long as he can persuade someone to hold his arms, he can go wherever he wants, and investigate things, stopping to take things out of waste paper baskets, say, or hold onto bannisters, or check that everything's okay in the washing machine. When he reaches doorways he pauses to consider whether to go in or carry on, always looking and looking for something new to investigate. Going up the stairs, obviously, it's slower, but he's got a nice technique.