I don’t really own my child, don’t worry… I know that. More
importantly though is that he is a walking
child. My walking child. Last night BabyA took his first independent steps. It
was only a matter of days away with the growing amount of confidence he had in
standing. He had gotten to where he could go up and down from sitting to standing
without help, and while standing he could clap and dance. So last night, he was
standing next to me and I handed him a book (Little Mouse, The Big Hungry Bear, and the Red Ripe Strawberry )while
he was holding the book he took three wobbly baby-godzilla steps toward me. I immediately
grabbed him and ran into the kitchen to get hubs so he could see, and we took
him back to his room and made him walk to each of us over and over for the next
ten minutes. He was taking steps! He was walking! I still need to get a video
of this amazingness but haven’t yet. 
In other new BabyA news… we have been wearing fewer bibs. The
drooling is finally under control (mostly) and he no longer needs a bib 24/7. It
only took a year and 12 teeth. BabyA knows some tricks now… or I guess he has
learned some skills because he isn’t a puppy. He can sign for ‘more’ and ‘all
done.’ He can clap, and wave, and blow kisses, and dance on command if he likes
you. He knows what his binky is if I ask him to find it. He looks for daddy if I
ask where he is. He puts a ball into the hole in the toy when he is playing. He
knows the quickest way to get mama’s attention during Independent Playtime is
to unplug the camera or his night light (he is not allowed to touch those and
knows it). He makes the ‘uh uh” sound when he does things he knows are off
limits and tries to speed do them before he gets caught. He can make it look
like a tornado went through his room in about 5 minutes. He can open the front door by himself, which
was terrifying the first time.
He went to the circus on Valentines Weekend with Hubs and I
as our treat and sat for the two hour show happily. He clapped along with the
audience and stood on one of our laps to see the whole time. It was pretty
adorable and the people around us thought so too. He also tried cotton candy
while we were there and was enthusiastic about the sugar in his mouth but not
quite about the sticky hands.
We attended a friends son’s first bday and he got his face
painted (hated) and played in a bounce house (hated) and tried all sorts of
foods (loved) and rode a train around a track (loved.)
In Holly news: I have BabyFever. Everyone in my church is pregnant. It's everywhere and it is contagious. Though I will not be doing anything about it for a while. I have a timeline I am sticking to.
I have never hated somewhere as much as I hated Hollywood. I would have though that my name being in there would give it some grace... but no. Traffic is the worst. I get so frustrated in traffic and want to just plow through all the cars on the road or buy a helicopter. The only neat thing about our day in Hollywood was seeing where the Oscars will be and watching them set up the red carpet and all that jazz. BabyA wasn't a fan of the car ride so I will be chalking him up to a 'kill me before making me go again' too.BabyA has been having a couple weeks of digestive issues (read poop problems) and I think it is from Milk. So we are cutting that out. But he loves yogurt so I will see if just cutting out drinking milk will help. Poor lamb.
I am filling up my weeks with social things- which is uncharacteristic of me. I am getting in on the church-group-love and scheduling play dates, walks, and storytimes with other moms from church and LOVE having a full week and things for BabyA to do. And me having adult time. And exercise. In a related not my job is getting harder and harder to do with a baby. The clock is ticking on that.
Baby is napping and my house has been hit by a Babynado. (See above picture and multiply that by every room)
