It is just the weirdest thing to see. When a baby starts walking, it looks like some sort of magic. Is there a secret puppeteer up above, helping to keep them upright? When Mr. Man walks, it looks like he is defying the laws of physics.
And then he falls on his face. But it is all in good fun now. He is so proud of himself that when his face smashes into the carpet he just looks up and laughs. His typical forever cry even though he isn’t hurt is mysteriously absent since he just walked!
His big sister is all involved in this development too. Sometimes she only seems mildly amused, but other times I think she’s proud of his achievement. And not to be outdone, she likes to take turns walking from parent to parent as well. I make a big fuss, holding her under her arms like I do with Mr. Man, saying, “Reeeeady Reaaady?” and then I let go so she can leisurely stroll to my husband or my parents. It’s hilarious and she laughs like crazy.
But the most amazing thing about it all is, here we are. Mr. Man, the baby that was in my belly, taking me to doctor’s appointments during every snowstorm of the winter, making me waddle and stretch out my sweatshirts, the kid who was induced after his due date in yet another snowstorm, is 11 months old and learning to walk. No longer a baby and on his way to toddlerdom. We are planning on him being our last, so I am trying my best to savor every moment, every little sound and every silly baby grin. And take as many videos as my iPhone’s memory will allow.