Dear Little –
Just 2 days shy of going to a cabin in Maine, (which wasn’t at all baby proofed, mind you), you figured out how to walk. Not just toddle – but walk with a purpose and a destination in mind.
We spent the week hiking, playing with Sadie, and watching you / helping you go up the stairs, and down the stairs. Up the stairs, and down the stairs. For Christmas, we’re getting you padded suit and a stair master. All you wanted to do was walk up and down the cabin steps as many times as you could in an hour, and though I’m sure you were having a blast, we’re old and creaky. Stairs are not our friends. We also spent the time distracting you from one outlet, a dog water dish, other outlets, and a tray of rocks.
I now walk into houses and instantly take note of the things you can get into. It’s like I have laser beam eyeballs that are detecting baby doom, or at least breakable things and choking hazards.
You also loved the fly swatter. You thought it was a fun toy. You were pissed when I took it away from you when after two days of just walking around with it, you decided it would be better in your mouth. Ew.
Here’s the thing with your new-found trick. Now that you’re walking, you don’t want to nap at all. Sleeping in your stroller, Ergo, or hiking pack is a thing of the past. You have things to see, things to do, and trouble to cause, so sleeping is for the dead (or 7pm). But, you are way more interactive. You run up to people and say hi (your extroversion is starting to show!) and you’re learning how to pat the kitty instead of beat the kitty over the head. But you still love walking, and it’s fun to watch.
Love,
– Mom