To start with he was slightly apprehensive and only walked if we danced in front of him humming the Strictly Come Dancing tune.
But now he's well and truly mobile. He can even stand up from the floor without holding onto anything and the smile of his face when he does it is the proudest smile I've ever seen.
Walking doesn't come without pitfalls though. Namely massive, awful looking bruises all over his skull. He's so confident and fast that when he falls, it's a big fall. Bambi was a lot more tentative and cautious, he still is in fact. There was a curb near our old house that spooked him for months and months after he could walk unaided! Duck would charge down that curb now without a second thought. In fact, I reckon Duck would walk off the edge of a cliff if you let him. He's, what's the word.... bold?
The problem with him being so bold, so fearless and so incredibly hefty and strong (I should've called the blog Bambi and Ox) is that it really takes quite some physical exertion to stop him walking off cliffs or climbing lamp posts or scaling the coffee table. And if you do get in the way of his fun... well, woe betide you. The yells of fury are equal in volume and distress to the yelps of pain when he lands nose first on a bookcase.
I love the fact he can walk. I love popping into the kitchen and turning round to see his huge grin grinning up at me as if to say "Look! I came with you! Isn't walking BRILLIANT?". It is brilliant Duck, but please stop bashing your head quite so hard and making me check you for brain damage 6 times a day!