Is there a manual somewhere that explains the rules of precisely what must transpire before you’re allowed to celebrate that your baby is walking? Yes? No? ‘Cause this momma is about the set off some fireworks (the big, beautiful, willow-tree, twinkly kind).
First there was the one step.
Then, here and there, I started to see two steps.
This past weekend, I was busy sopping up water that Bennett had tipped over at Momma’s house and missed witnessing his three steps.
But last night!
There were six steps! Never mind the fact that he was walking across the kitchen table. That’s neither here nor there being as Brian and I were here and there.
This babe is ten and a half months old! To celebrate his six steps, I gave Bennett his sixth trim during bath time. (The hair is looking fabulous.)
And then, just before bedtime story time, there were TEN unassisted steps! TEN!
I gotta tell ya, in spite of the fact that people walk to and fro all-day-every-day, it feels like I’m witnessing the first steps that this world has ever seen. Ground-breaking glory. A corner is being turned, never to be unturned.
You should have seen that smile on his face.
He’s a little hard to capture sometimes!