Mommy and Daddy occasionally try to trick me into taking my first step. They put the table just out of arms reach or sit a little further back, hoping I’ll take a step. But I’m on to them. I’m fine not walking just yet. I’ll get there in my own time. Even though I’m sure I could stand on my own and take a step or two right now, but I’m just not wanting to. Although, I often lower myself from a supported stand to a squat without holding on to anything. For some reason, I don’t mind doing that.