Look Who's Walking

Baby took two steps tonight, more convincingly than before, and then she repeated the feat. She had been standing on her own two feet more and more often, without steadying herself on anything. She was a few feet away from me on the living room floor while we were watching a movie a couple of hours ago and I said, “Come on over.” She took a single step and then sat down. But it was the first step she had taken without us holding her on one end or the other – nudging and catching her. Not long after, my wife encouraged her to try a step and she took two. My wife called me to see, and baby did it again. I have to say that these were the official first steps, no matter what we thought before and that the proof came in the tears I cried.

Baby Loves

Baby loves dancing to music (including just the sound of one of her parents clapping) on her knees and on her feet, playing hide-and-go-seek with her dad around corners of the house and big pieces of furniture, eating tiny pieces of food from her mom’s plate, riding on the swings at the park, playing rodeo on either her mom’s or her dad’s back (with a careful cowpoke hovering nearby), playing with the cordless phone and the remote control, walking while mom or dad holds her hands over her head, sipping water from her mom’s water glass, turning her own sippy cup upside down and draining the water onto her high-chair tray and then playing the drums with her hands into the water, singing along when her dad plays the guitar, crawling over to her dad when he’s playing the guitar and giving him a hand (or two), crawling around in the family bed, looking out the second-floor windows, and being read to.