My crazy, curly, little one and half year old lady has decided to let go of my hand and to walk by herself.

She’s very determined but she only feels confident to do it only at home.

If it depended on just for her, she’d spend every morning and night walking back and forth from me to my husband and vice versa.

She stands up, hands up, a look forward and she begins to stagger towards the destination, whining and moaning strange sounds like Frankenstein when he walks.

Her first monster steps in London.

She’s a big lady now.