Saturday, February 1, 2014

Steppin'...

Last night, my kid took five or maybe even six consecutive steps.  I almost missed it, I was glued to the computer following a facebook feed for the birth of a cousin (Welcome Baby Kade!) Anyway, I peeled my lagging parent eyes away from the screen and caught him mid wobble. Oh the distractions...

His progression has been like a time lapse of evolution. Just a year ago our little larvae was just a blob, a pile of bones who couldn’t support his own head. Then the little limbs began wiggling and suddenly he was scooching around, which led to crawling.  Since then he’s been like one of the dogs, even howling and barking with Mason.  He’s got his own chew toys.  Teething toys. But no leash yet.

But now.  Man oh man we’re entering the upright stage.  This final stage brings yet more worry to a still frazzled and anxiety riddled, but learning to cope Daddy.  This whole walking thing leads to the running thing, providing me a whole new world of worry.  It’s the last thing human’s do, excluding bingo.  But unless I spot wings budding on his back—which would explain the flapping—he’ll be a full blown little person. Then what, space camp?

He already gets into everything, but toss in the risk of a face plant and you’ve got one wreck of a dad.. I’ve been walking for nearly forty years and I still have trouble. No gum please…
So we hit another milestone. The time does indeed fly.  Well, maybe not fly when he’s up all night screaming or sick, but it’s hard to believe that this guy is on the verge of walking it out.  I was just holding him at the hospital, scared to death that I’d drop him.  Now he’s bubbling with personality, laughing at my corny dad jokes and coming up with a few of his own.  And the beat marches on…

1 comment:

  1. Congrats on the next milestone! Oh the possiblities! You failed to mention sports! ;)

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