So there are some things I must just document on here because, in essence, *this* is Kendall’s baby book. Poor guy, I know. He’s in for a lot of therapy. This is so far beyond documenting immunizations and the cost of gas the day he was born. Truth is, though, that I suck at filling out that paper one (really, who the HELL notices the cost of gas on their way to deliver a baby?) so this will have to do.
Anyway, I just had to do a run by post to document that this day, tax day, April 15th, 2009, my son officially started walking! Seems he likes to save these big milestones for holidays, I guess, what with pulling up and crawling on Christmas and now walking on such an ever important national holiday.
He took his first steps about 4 weeks ago at the first birthday party of my best friend’s little monkey…er… I mean boy. That kid has been walking/running/leaping off of tall buildings since he was 9 or 10 months old, and the sight of his incredibly masterful mobility scared the hell out of me, frankly. When Kendall saw him climb to the top of a coffee table and jump over to a couch, then reach his little monkey arm down to help him up, he was obviously touched deeply by the challenge. The very next day he just took off after him, five whole steps in a row before he had any idea what he was doing.
Also, in an effort to be just like his new found BFF, he took up thumb sucking, but just for that day. Looks like we need to start preparing that speech about peer pressure, looking cool, and smoking because your best friend does (disclaimer – not in any way trying to equate thumb sucking with smoking, although, I’m sure there is a fortune to be made for the first successful inventor of the baby thumb sucking quitting patch).
However, since that fateful day, he has yet to walk again with such determination, just a few timid steps finished off by a face plant or butt drop. Today, though…TODAY he decided to go for it, and he will not stop. He started out with just a few teeters early this morning. By the time I got around to making dinner tonight he was cruising around the kitchen from one appliance to the next, ever the tiny little drunk man, but so determined. Much like one would look when trying to pass a roadside sobriety test, I imagine.
So I have now reached a whole new level of screwed and need to, once again, run around the house, testing all things at his eye level to make sure they won’t maim or kill him. However, I have to say that I’m pretty freaking stoked. Not only is this just huge in the life of my little baby, growing into a toddler, but it also means I’m one step closer to not risking throwing my back out any time I have to cart him on my hip anywhere. There was a time I was in no rush for him to walk, I think he weighed at least 2 pounds less at that time. Now…now I’m ready.
Kendall is 11 months, 1 week and 6 days old