[Side notes for the entry: walking, reaching for me, turning to me in bed, pointing at the helicopter, ouch] We’re in LA, your second long plane trip accomplished. Today it seemed, you crossed enormous physical and psychological thresholds – which, compounded by jet lag – left you somewhat fragile but so very adept. Most amazing to me was walking. I held your hands and you stepped across the kitchen floor. Big steps – starting with your left knee cocked way up, then reaching out a more vertical keep on trucking followed by bringing your right foot up even. You go a few steps, then you crane your head to look at me.