He couldn’t have even been even 6 months yet and I remember him in that little red walker, scooting around the kitchen. I’m not sure why there wasn’t a gate in front of the staircase but I just remember looking over and seeing Brandon at the top of the staircase all smiles. Before we could reach him, he pushed himself over the stairs and tumbled head over feet in that walker, two times and landed right-side up at the bottom of the stairs. I’ll never forget the look of astonishment and sheer wonder on his little face as he looked around and started to giggle. I knew then he’d be a tough cookie and I was right, all us Hoards are.
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And that mentality never changed. Throw yourself full-force into everything, worry about it later.