Baby Steps
Cambell has begun his attempts to walk. He’s not exactly steady on his feet — he requires both two hands to steady himself — but stepping seems to be in his blood. He didn’t need guidance. Those knees bent and those feet began to step all by themselves. Miraculous. I have a feeling that he’ll be walking by himself very soon. The great chase begins.
Standing, something he started a few weeks ago, was the ability that excited him. The moment he learned he could do it, standing became the only thing he wanted to do. Sitting on my lap is becoming a thing of the past. Dad, I want to stand. Why? Because I can.
Today, we put yet another check mark in his list of accomplishments.
I was excited when I was greeted with a hello from my son in the morning hours so many months ago. This morning, though, was much sweeter. I didn’t get a hello today. I got a “Dada” – the very first one. Dada was thrilled beyond words. He should have taken the opportunity to ask for a car. He might have gotten one. Or two.
dad wootton
September 28th, 2003 at 1:12 pm #
the nice thing is you will here it over and over again in time—each time it becomes more meaningful