He did, clever little ginger! He took his first steps on Monday, and only minutes after he worked out how to stand on his own too. He was standing by the end of the coffee table holding onto it as he has been for about the last 4-5 months, and then suddenly he's just standing there laughing and clapping his hands. Obviously I laugh and clap my hands too, and it goes backwards and forwards as he lifts his hands high in the air, giggling hysterically and clapping madly as if to say 'Look! No hands!' and then the next thing, he turns around and walks about 4 steps, the length of the coffee table, towards Jack who's on the other side, and who is not doubt wondering what new sort of hell has just launched itself in his direction. Poor puppy.
At the moment we're up to about 5 steps and then he's back on his knees again, but we're on our way! He's gone really quickly from taking a few steps if he feels like it but choosing to be on his knees mostly, to working out that actually it's easier to take steps to lots of things instead of getting down on his knees and then getting back up again. And none too soon either - I have a drawer full of pants and shorts with no knees in them.
Things have otherwise been both quiet and a complete blur. I've started a post about the decision to move ahead with No. 2 - I know I did a post, but I wanted to do more, I was just a bit overwhelmed at the time because the decision was so fresh and terrifying. But, we've been up against it a bit with Cuinn and so thinking at even the most basic level has been just a wee tad beyond me. I manage work which keeps me sane and that's about that.
The little ginger has been attempting to cut molars. For nearly six weeks. It's very, very uncool. He has massive swollen lumps on both sides, and the teeth at times are pressing so hard you can actually see the white of them shining in the gum, and yet from day to day they either move down or back up and stay away for a couple of days, or down again, and so on and so forth. There's been a serious lack of sleep, and the poor wee dude has just gotten over a bad throat infection which landed us at the emergency Dr one night with a persistent (10 hours) 40 degree plus temperature as well which meant even less sleep. Scary and horrible. And yet, somehow in all of that with miseries on miseries, he cottons on to taking steps.
The day we ended up at the emergency Dr. Poor sick man.
At the moment we're up to about 5 steps and then he's back on his knees again, but we're on our way! He's gone really quickly from taking a few steps if he feels like it but choosing to be on his knees mostly, to working out that actually it's easier to take steps to lots of things instead of getting down on his knees and then getting back up again. And none too soon either - I have a drawer full of pants and shorts with no knees in them.
Things have otherwise been both quiet and a complete blur. I've started a post about the decision to move ahead with No. 2 - I know I did a post, but I wanted to do more, I was just a bit overwhelmed at the time because the decision was so fresh and terrifying. But, we've been up against it a bit with Cuinn and so thinking at even the most basic level has been just a wee tad beyond me. I manage work which keeps me sane and that's about that.
The little ginger has been attempting to cut molars. For nearly six weeks. It's very, very uncool. He has massive swollen lumps on both sides, and the teeth at times are pressing so hard you can actually see the white of them shining in the gum, and yet from day to day they either move down or back up and stay away for a couple of days, or down again, and so on and so forth. There's been a serious lack of sleep, and the poor wee dude has just gotten over a bad throat infection which landed us at the emergency Dr one night with a persistent (10 hours) 40 degree plus temperature as well which meant even less sleep. Scary and horrible. And yet, somehow in all of that with miseries on miseries, he cottons on to taking steps.
The day we ended up at the emergency Dr. Poor sick man.
Of course I never considered locking him in ...
In his brand new togs for swim class looking scarily grown up. Of course, I didn't think through the colour choice - it was blue or red, and I chose blue because otherwise the ginger would be in red stripes and potentially look stupid (it was a bad red for a ginger), but the two of us turned up today and I realised we looked even more stupid than if I'd made the ginger wear red stripes ... 2 sets of ginger hair-explosions, and two sets of navy and white togs. Matching from head to toe we were ... crap.
There are two things you want to watch in this video (sorry it's dark - I'm crap at camera-y things) - the first is the kid being cute and playing peek-a-boo from behind the curtain, the second is Jack who has a heart attack when Cuinn pops out from behind the curtain.
And now, night night!
2 comments:
I want to see pics of the two of you in your matching togs!
oh he doesn't look happy in that 'sick' shot. poor little guy. and i think your new outdoor 'playpen' (didn't think about locking him in HAH) is awesome. go the kid.
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