It was a warm sunny afternoon, on a rare weekend where both Sharon and I were together. We’d just had dinner and decided to let things digest before bath time by having bit of a play in the lounge.
Suddenly, this happens…
STEPS! Actual, on-his-own-nothing-is-getting-in-his-way, steps.
As you can tell by the screaming, we were over the moon. T was pretty chuffed with himself as well. We must have spent the next 45 minutes watching T go back and forth between us, throwing himself onto us and giggling as soon as he got to us. It was fantastic. There may have been tears (on my part) and we were definitely late for bedtime.
Shake your head if you will, but I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time. I’ve been looking forward to the (independent) walks in the woods and the museum, the ball games in the park, the chasing. I know there will be time when I will say; “just sit still!” but the fun stuff will simply outweigh those times.
T’s not always been the greatest mover, with crawling only really happening a few months ago, but he’s always had strong legs and has enjoyed cruising round furniture. I think he’s just been too lazy to give it a go; but I’m so glad he finally has. He seems to enjoy the independence as everything seems more accessible to him. The lounge is now an obstacle course with hidden
toys gems along the way.
At the moment, we’re still at the cautious stage with T looking around before he pushes off to go for a walk. He happily comes to me when I ask, and he’ll gladly walk to nursery whilst holding my hand.
I don’t think he’s far from going for a bimble round the garden, but we’re quite away from walking to the shops and back, which I’m totally cool about right now.