August 6, 2010

This Baby Was Made For Walking

A couple of weeks ago, my oldest sister and her family came by for a whirlwind visit. It was the first time she had met Luke, and to honor the occasion, Luke managed to take 5 consecutive steps. Up until that point, he had tried  a step or two...often repeating the same foot, so that he would end up with his legs wide apart, or going in circles. But on that Friday afternoon, he stood up, grinned like crazy, and took off. Since then, he's been testing this whole walking thing out. The past few days, he has stopped crawling when he gets 3 or 4 feet from his desired destination and finishes the rest of the journey walking.

It has been an amazing thing to watch him learn how to walk. It's happened so much faster than I have been prepared for. It feels like the transitions from sitting up unsupported, to crawling, to walking have gone lightening fast. And while I can't say I exactly miss the days of sitting on the floor all day entertaining an infant, I can honestly say I would love the chance to just sit for a while. Instead, I spend most of his waking hours crawling around after him...plucking all the things out of his mouth that he has somehow managed to get his hands on and grabbing him from plunging his hands into Henry's water bowl.
Someone needs to invent a dog-friendly, baby-thwarting water bowl. Smart people, get on that. Pronto.

On Tuesday, Luke turned 11 months old. I cannot believe that to even be possible. But it is. Everyone always says that it goes by so fast. During those 1AM nursing sessions, back when he was just a squalling lump in a blanket, I was very skeptical of that. But's like I blinked and he's starting to look more and more like a little boy instead of a little baby. I remember putting him to bed in his crib for the first time, and now, when I go in to retrieve him from a nap, he literally tries to jump into my arms and there are toothmarks lining the rails of his crib.

He truly is the happiest baby I've ever encountered (minus the teething days, of course). We've had lots of visitors at our house over the past few weeks: aunts, uncles, grandmothers. It's been so much fun to watch them interact with our sociable little guy. I'm not quite sure where he gets it from, but he is never happier than with a room full of people to crawl and climb all over. 

We will take our first real beach vacation starting next weekend, and while I know it will be exhausting, I can't wait to watch him interact with the ocean and with the children of our friends...learning new things and still growing up way too fast.

1 comment:

  1. How fun!!! I was super glad when Elijah started walking because then he wasn't always crying for me to carry him, but we lived in such a tiny place, I could see him at all times, so that made it easier.