Steps

So my boy can walk.

Okay, let me rephrase that a little. My boy can run. He runs because he sees something he wants, he's standing up and he knows he needs to move quick before he falls down and doesn't get the thing he has his sights on. This happened today. It started with taking two steps by himself and then he fell down. Then we held up a ball and he got excited and walked a couple more steps and then fell down. Then he saw this little tent and got really excited. But he knew that he could only take a couple steps, so my boy's genius brain kicked in and told him if he moved his feet fast he would take a few more steps but they would be easier because he was moving quicker. Yeah, he'll probably be a physicist when he's grown up, he just gets those kinds of concepts.

it was pretty cool.

All day long we were trying to get him to take more and more steps. We even bought him shoes today! He did not like that one bit! Imagine going an entire year barefoot and then all of a sudden you've got this hot itchy things attached to your feet that you can't get off! Yeah, he didn't like shoes. But in the long run, i'm sure he appreciate them more when it came time to walk on the concrete. Alice had him on one side and I had him on the other, holding his hand and we would walk and then jump and he just laughed and laughed. Probably the greatest moment of my dad life.

my boy can walk.

p.s. If you ever have the urge to drink this please refrain. It's the devil and will very soon be banned from ever being sold in the US. Well, i hope so at least because that seriously causes death (as well as confessions!)