:: He's walking! On April 1st I took Colby outside to get the mail. He let go of my hand at the bottom of the stairs, shifted his weight around a bit, and then took his first steps. Robb naturally came outside when he heard my excited shrieking and caught Colby's second try. The third unfortunately ended when he tripped and smacked his forehead on the cement step (he's taken several more spills since then and with all his bruises in various stages of healing, he looks like an abused child). He also figured out how to get from sitting to standing without something to pull up on the same day.
:: And he's climbing...and rearranging the furniture. Suddenly things that were completely out of reach (like the microwave) are now fair game because Colby can push a chair into position and then climb on up.
:: Temper-tantrums started. My own tantrums are things of legend (the most memorable probably being when I started poking holes in the bread wrappers at the grocery store and when my mom told me to stop I flung myself to the floor and screamed, "don't kick me, Mommy!" at the top of my lungs when I hadn't received so much as a spanking at that point), so I was sure the mom curse was coming for me (you know, "Just wait until you have kids!"). I just didn't think they'd start so soon. Colby's first tantrum lasted 38 minutes and started when I insisted on changing his diaper. I moved him to his high-chair, thinking a little breakfast would distract him. It didn't, but I was impressed in his ability to shriek while simultaneously swallowing bananas :)
:: Experienced his first car wash (obviously, it didn't phase him much)
:: And he's discovered the joys of baking.