Going for Gold
My son turned eight months old, and I too have leveled up: today I changed his diaper in the back of our car.
This past month hasn’t brought a boat load of change developmentally. It has been fun watching him learn to control his movements as he grows more comfortable standing and taking steps. Where he was once unsteady on his little baby legs, he is now sure and strong. He can and will crawl, but he is the happiest little boy when you offer him your hand so he can walk around. Although chasing him around is tiring (and brought on the building of the baby gate!) it is really neat to watch him problem solve his way over or around objects. He has taught himself how to get up and down the single step between the living room and the mud room after only two tumbles down it. He is also learning how to climb our stairs—we are trying to get him to ask if his spotters are ready, but he apparently thinks it’s more of a trust fall exercise…A little Camp humor there, for you :)
With the advent of his increased mobility, and his ever-growing curiosity, (and did I mention that literally everything goes in his mouth?!) we’ve had a lot of funny moments, a lot of oopses, and a fair amount of close calls. My favorite conversations with my mama friends lately go something like this:
I'll keep on waiting for that award. Today at the zoo, I put Rett too close to the glass separating us from the animals and he bonked his head on it. Then, during his bath, I was trying to use his washcloth to protect his eyes when I rinsed his hair, and I think I waterboarded him instead.
