Sunday, July 19, 2009
Call it. He's a walker.
On the camping trip, he took his first real steps. But thjey had to sneak up on him. Like the story about riding a bike, when you are holding Gavin's (Autumn calls him gabby-gab) hand, he walks. Let go, and he'll walk until he realizes you've let go.
Standing is the same thing. He could stand in line at the DMV, but the problem is, he notices that he's on his onesie, and drops.
It's funny. One time today, he dropped with a pretty solid thud, and I think it hurt his butt. But here's the real reason it hurt: because something inside him knows he doesn't have drop. Something is telling him to be annoyed by the sudden drop and thus cry. Because he's been dropping for months. He's been able to stand with the help of a chair, a table, a random leg for a long time. And so, he's been dropping for a long time.
But this is different.
We have video. We'll get around to it. Second child always gets shafted.
at 8:47 PM