Baby's first...bus arrivals?
You wait all year for a bus then 3 come along at once. Or so the old saying goes.
We have been waiting for the boy to take his first step and, like the preverbial buses, he managed three in one go.
3 stepsNow this happened yesterday, and I missed it. Not for being at work, not for being out on the beer, but for as simple line of sight problem. The bottom of the bed was in the way!. I can now see a market for a glass-constructed bed frame, never could before. Funny how your view of products change once you become a parent.
He's been building up to it for a while. Sure, we can walk holding onto Mummy or Daddy's fingers, it's just that we choose not to because it's quicker to crawl. Sure, we can use the walker to scoot across the floor, but we choose not to because it's quicker to crawl. But he has been getting steadier on his feet, standing on his own, holding on with one hand, holding on with no hands while he uses one to hit the item of furniture he's stood against. Even this hitting the furniture constitutes using it for balance in my book.
On Saturday he was a livewire on the train, hardly settling at all. Some of this time he was stood on the table pinned up against the glass, whacking it and trying to see if it really was toughened safety glass. But then something strange happened. He stopped hitting the glass. He let go completely. And for a number of seconds hitting double figures he stood, unaided. On a moving train. At high speed. Something even I have difficulty with. At low speed.
On Sunday morning I heard MOTS shouting for me to look at him. He was standing alone again, this time without the added hindrance of hitting the standard track defects at 125mph.
But I was too slow. I missed him standing on his own two feet. I missed his slight imbalance as he lifted one foot and moved it forward. I missed him place this airborne foot on the carpet, realising the other foot was now lagging behind. I missed the rear foot being lifted and brought forward to match the new level of the forward foot, and the misjudged distance meaning the rear foot now becomes the forward foot. I missed the previously forward foot but now the rear foot taking its rightful place as the forward foot. I just caught the sack of potatoes impression he made as he collapsed to the ground.
Damn! His first three steps and I missed them. And I was only 5 feet away and in the same room! But for a bed made of glass...
It's not a major event though, everything he's done so far has been a case of "done that, don't need to do it again". Most developmental stages have started with an initial showing, then a gap, then just getting on with it sometime later (eg rolling over, crawling). So we're expecting the next steps not today, not tomorrow, but when he can be bothered in a few weeks time.
Comments
A bed made of glass? Okay, I think I got distracted on the wrong part of the story there!
I have to say, as an outsider to this baby malarky, but I should think that everyday brings something along the lines of firsts.
I'm waiting for the first trip to the nightclubs with Dad and Uncle Brunts!
Posted by: Richard Brunton | August 6, 2007 6:56 PM
As am I, as am I. At least we'll have someone to buy our chips on the way home when we're old and poor, eh?
Posted by: Lee | August 8, 2007 1:26 PM